Is it normal to only care about special clothing without religions?

I care pretty much for the dandy lifestyle, the only thing that makes it a religion is that, as I've done a few times, I'm devoted to it (I'm doing it now). I was done for the day but now I'll write one more post to be sure. I feel secure in the interest of the public (although it's not very public when looking in a shop window and combing your hair, or in my case, a hospital window, I was even a dandy in the hospital, I spent 40 minutes after showering getting dressed). I envied the fancy clothes of that fancy man with a British accent (been in Britain too long) and he talks like a white Briton, not Indian, as half of its population is Indian since the '70s. I know it's fake accent because he picked it up from British people and he knows very well his Britishness is really Australian and not trying to make his accent authentic (not everyone is authentic). However I see him, when he doesn't like me, as a hero, and that it's OK for him to walk away from me, I think he's got an air of dignity but it gets out of hand when it's part of a mental illness and he keeps doing it. He only mentioned something willingly to me once but only because he wanted to talk to me just once, the rest of the time he has a gentle hate of the way I'm fancy, my clothes are not to his standard, and he's not always caring about it. With me though, I care to some good extent, religion shows no respect for special clothes that are fancy, that's why poshness is kept out of religion and left to philosophies, ideologies or separate ways of life, no one else thinks of a way of life as being so different as to wear such fine and beautiful clothes. But as a dandy it's my passion, I combed my hair in the bathroom, and got dressed, in my waistcoat, my suit jacket and my scarf over my vegetarian sweater and it took a solid 40 minutes to decide by then I was good-looking enough to be seen, dandies use so much care, and for a way of life it's complicated, concerning I'm getting corduroy pants in the mail, high quality, and I got richer from my visit in hospital for about 2 weeks so I could afford such nice pants (over $100 including shipping), and I had over $100 left to buy tisanes (herbal teas) and spring water, and genuinely fat free tuna (fad free, which means it's without a net, responsibly fished on a line and not a net), so at least I could walk out of the hospital, buy all that fancy stuff and return to the hospital (without permission!). In fact I had to "take pain of feeling like I'll get caught, since pain is an ethics and is as useful and pleasurable". This philosophy works for any mental patient who gets a thrill out of pain, in fact only the masochists think like that, everyone else has a desire to get rid of their pain. It's mad pain, as I found out, mathematics upsets them, they dress it up as dividing the negative and multiplying the positive. Therefore philosophy of pain has truth in it, when subconsciously it's pleasure I wanted not pain, then I returned to thinking about it, as concerns starting with pain, and subtracting it to look good so there's no more pain, all I care about is pleasure and luxury, especially when it's rare, to dress like a dandy in the 19th century with my own twist on it (following all the beliefs attached to it), so to once again answer your question on how I feel about detachment, I feel religion doesn't let me dress this good, that's my special clothing, is that normal?