There is a Cult Inside of Me.

According to Bauman, there are three basic types of citizens [which can be distinguished] in a society: there is the tourist, then the beggar and, finally, the pilgrim. Each of them depict a certain paradigmatic characteristics and embody the most salient features thanks to which every physical entity may be ascribed to. By way of analogy, I myself devised a, you could say, yet another classification, or, alternatively, an expansion thereof. I claim that there are at least two more groups, namely, the surfers/hipsters/trendsetters and the CHBs [cold hard bitches]/you call the girls of today. Both classes, so as to call them, share a bunch of traits regardless of the sex difference. They are what makes the modern and young society. They are handsome, pretty, good-looking, slim, most often well-off, streetwise and most importantly, ironic and egocentric, not to say they are egoistic. Their driving force is pophedonism in most of the cases while a more sophisticated elan vital signatures the more unique ones. The point in question is one's own satisfaction at the expense of other people, known or unknown, strangers met on the street [coincidental glances], in the clubs [dancing, touching, kissing, sometimes notched up a bit] or any place else. The base is made of, you could undoubtedly say, the most perceptible consumerism remnants like a penchant for shopping but with a hint of genuine individualism. Their life mission is, contrary to previous generations, not to procreate. The two novel groups to a large extent inscribe into Houellebecq's vision. They wish to and seek to have sex, take care, oftenways overextensively, of their externalle. Focused on following and fulfilling their individual aims, they have very little time and eagerness to court for the others. Selfish bitches is what they are. Ridicule is what they excel at. Let's go out to the theater to indulge the self and we will call it a day.

So, you are saying, you want to be with me. Less than two months, you are saying. Hah, that genuinely amuses me, to be frank, since the perlocutionary force of the statement  is no less than the locutionary and in most cases the former greatly outweighs the latter. Nevertheless, I still get your point. I read between the lines. Obtain what I need to from your utterance. The stay, it serves you well. there is this kind of a very exquisite energy which infuses us whenever we feel truly fulfilled. I have no knowledge as for which chakra would be responsible for such turn of events, however, I do surmise, it has to be something of that sort; an inner power releasing, pouring through every pore of your organism. I shall allow myself to make an educated guess and say that it may be for the 5th one perhaps - the throatish Vishudda.