Is it normal to have a self-fulfilling relationship?
I have a self-fulfilling relationship with spirit, and my preferences, it's everything I want, and only what I want: misogyny, misanthropy, philosophy, spiritual non-religions (not cults), ubersexuality, selfishness, evil, not listening to God (God is a liar and I know it), soullessness, money, luxury, wine, cigars, gourmandism, lacto-pescetarianism, buttonology, fairyology, science, nessology, Ancient Aliens theory (and not any sect of it), anti-Christian, aesthetic realism, Frenchism, Scottishism, my non-philosophy of recognizing, science of flowers, anthoecology, etc. It's all, based on my preferences, the right way to live, without resisting my previous life in any way, without sacrifices (I'm anti-altruistic), and only feeding the egos of those who only want my money if it makes me happy and respects money (none of the religions do that). Pagan beliefs respect money, even luxury, and as a quasi-religious practice, more often has fancy luxury things than any religion, pagan beliefs are different. All the religions and cults are the same but not all that's spiritual is the same. I'm on the pursuit of bliss, therefore happiness is only that which pleases you, it's a preference, and philosophies I even chose are based on a preference. As an ubersexual I'm passionate, compassionate, have resolution, class, intellectual, intelligent, know the difference between right and wrong, exfoliate, have quality exactly all the time (I do now due to my life experiment, and the religious experiment is over: no religion or cult is right for me, I go by the unnamed alternative), I have physical and emotional pleasures, I'm sensual, etc etc, that's ubersexual! Nothing like gay, and a more desirable sect of metrosexuality. Oh yeah, I'm masculine, that automatically means I have to try to be a man, and I don't accept gay bars or any lattes or tight jeans that the gays and metrosexuals accept. Perhaps I'll even be a dandy, I'll pick one, dandy to me sounds good, a game I got used to, and never gets boring, a luxury of excitement. Is any of this normal?