Is it normal to live this way?

When I decide to be normal I'm an exact replica of everyone else, but the truth is it's boring, however normalcy makes my mother feel insecure, it upsets her. The weirdest mother in the world is Catholic and she can't stand classical music. However I know most of the time I'm uncommon, but again and again I attempted to be normal. The 'normal' life I live: I'm alone in my own house, drinking wine, indulging in pleasure, I'm an 'epicurean' in a tweed suit jacket, a misunderstanding of the pleasure of Epicurus, eventually I begin to understand that the pleasures are very lacking in fine food and wine, and fine living, so I go with it and all my joy is impaired because I can't be too much of a pleasure, when I was a connoisseur I had much more joy, so back to the poshness, which I think most people in Adelaide were doing. I act this way because naturally I'm posh, I can't help myself. I'm even trying some gourmet cooking, eating fine chocolates, acting like a king. It was exciting at the time, my Certificate of Merit has done me well. I was modest at the time but not modest in style. My hair was shaved and oh yeah, I was proud to be Australian. Nobody believed me when I was considering myself normal, I was unique. My voice was very different to the bus driver's voice, when I was 'normal' my voice got deeper and very average, even my attempts to define a word in an internet dictionary were very average, I don't consider it weird, it's nothing extraordinary. Would any of this be normal?