I have to go with what @YARNLADY said. Anything that makes me fucked up or awesome probably isn’t much different than what makes other people fucked up or awesome. Thinking as such only draws us away from reality into conviction, and that probably isn’t anything good.
I think I have a psychological problem with pillows, sleeping bags, blankets and other soft things like that though. They’re a source of comfort to me, besides just being comfy to sleep in/on. I’m pretty sure it isn’t normal. But then again, it’s never hurt anyone. Most people think it’s bizarre, some think it’s cute, and to me it seems essential to my life without it being something like thinking I’m Jesus or being addicted to heroin. So I guess that figures into whatever point I was wanting to expend on lol.