I want to echo the sentiment Paul der Krake expressed of a middle ground between complete consuma sucka and utter anti-aesthete. It comes in with maximizing joy. It's personal.
The counterpoint to tiny-details-exaggeration-syndrome is to, in those matters to which you are sensitive, practice frequent, grateful consciousness of how blindingly amazing things are. I have an impossible fairy tale object in my pocket. I've had the same model for years and I still sometimes stare at it, run hands over it, contemplating what astounding, supernatural artifact a human of the Neolithic would have made of it, even as a brick alone: an analog mirror, impossibly smooth.
If you can't do that with yours, you're shackled to a very dreary talking box - but can buy cheaply, and thus win; if you can find as much awe in its plastic-coated cousins, you're even less inured to joy, and thus win twice. For me, the cost of a previous-model phone is worth the transparent, daily non-annoyance, the sensory delight, with an object that's rarely out of sight, which I use multiple times every day for half a decade. But I'm also engaging active enjoyment, and very selective about which expenses I choose to be more-than-utilitarian in my life. (I also do use a case most the time. It cost $3.)