Here's how I feel about people who change it up every three seconds:

They are fundamentally empty inside, because it couldn't really be anything else. "Oh look people there's a palm tree on my head, now there's a squirrel wrapped around my cock. Complicated licking jungian buttholes, now I'm in the garden desert sucking Freud's dick while Madonna pisses on the night owl. BLAAAAAST now I'm in your arms again, for only one second of course....before I melt into the worst smelling puke you ever smelled."

So yeah you shock people doing that. You can only shock people, because you yourself have no real emotional core. You shock the feelings out of people who are complementary to you, people who kinda stay stuck in life and the same/stagant, with lots of empathy- because that's the only way you can get feelings out of anything. They aren't really yours though, they are somebody else's- and you play these tricks, these holograms, these insane bursts of energy because behind all that- there is nothing real to you.

It's an insane attempt to make somebody's feelings your own, somebody's identity your own- but that is impossible and so it just keeps going right through the narcissist, no matter how shocking and vulgar and morally inappropriate he descends to.

These things aren't exactly pure, I mean there is a mixture -- and it is okay to change and evolve, but in a way that makes some sort of substantial sense.