Part of my armchair sperging on Pat is that he doesn't really have a personality. Just illusions, facades, bullshit.
He's into cars, but minimally, enough to show he has a Rustang and doesn't know shit otherwise.
He's into guns, but not anything like historic guns or stuff you'd carry regularly or whatnot, just a glock and a meme gun.
He's into reading, but he's never read Dune and most other things.
He's into sports, but obviously doesn't play- he's into it when it's on and nothing else.
He's into writing, but mostly on twitter where he shrieks into the void and writes terrible books.
Everything in his life is halfass. Halfass car, halfass guns, halfass reading, halfass hovel, halfass personality.
He's just the most shallow motherfucker around. He's the worst social chameleon ever. Constantly tries to show he's whatever anyone else wants him to be, what they might think he is- he wants to be regarded so highly by everyone else that he hasn't bothered to get his own personality.
He's a paper tiger pig.