He manages to bring every discussion back to: how it's good to believe literally in religious fairy tales, tidying your room, only eating meat, no one else apart from him should decide the meaning of words, and some fever dream he had about lobsters.

Let's start with the premise that I'm not okay. So what am I going to do about that? Well I could say woe is me. Where the bloody hell is that going to get me? Now let's presuppose that I am destined to—

Ughh!

What’s even worse is that the man has a huge following who all think that he isn’t a bullshitter.