Hello, Obbe. Guess what? Today I've decided to obtain the identity of someone in high society! You know, cultured, polite, fashionable. This is the part where I pray to the heavens that I stay this way forever, but a part of me knows I'll watch Goodfellas and want to become a gangster or something again.
I don't know what disorder I'd classify you having. It seems like you have an enormous detatchment from the rest of the world - like only a part of you is situated in this reality.