I really like suitcases.
I am a 56 year old Indian man. When I was a young boy my schoolmates would always make fun of me and speak to me using Indian accents and call me names like raghead or currymuncher. So I found comfort in old leather suitcases.. I loved the smell and the texture as I slowly run my fingers across their surfaces. I began buying more and more suitcases, from all over the world. One day I decided I wanted these suitcases inside me... so I carefully cut out some of the leather and cooked it in a curry sauce. It was so delicious, I felt not only its power running through my veins but also a higher spiritual connection with the world. Is this normal? Has anyone else experienced this?