I came in here to post something similar. Except I’ll go one step farther: Because God is defined as perfect, He cannot possible give two shits about our love or worship.
I suppose this statement depends on the definition of the word “perfect,” so here’s my take. A perfect being is one without faults who does not, cannot lack for anything. If God is perfect except He wants a turkey sandwich that He currently does not have, He is not perfect – he’s almost perfect, and a little hungry. That’s no longer perfect.
Now, if God is perfect by this definition, He cannot possibly care if I love him/worship him or not. If He did care, if He does want me to love/worship Him, I must disappoint Him, because I don’t love/worship/believe in Him. If He is disappointed, if He is lacking my freely given love (as opposed to my coerced, “I’m God and I can control your mind” love), then He is no longer perfect. He’s almost perfect, and a little disappointed.
So I’m thinking one of three things is going on here:
(1) He’s not perfect, merely “almost perfect,” which I think would be hard for most (all?) Christians to reconcile;
(2) He’s perfect, and He’s not disappointed that I don’t love/worship him, because it’s not something He wants (in which case we’re cool with each other, AFAICT)
(3) There’s a definition of the word “perfect” that solves that conundrum (some variant of “We can’t possibly understand; He’s God and we’re mortal, but somehow, He can be bummed that you don’t love Him and yet still be perfect.”
My conclusion is that there is no God, and so all this theological dithering is merely mental masturbation. But just before I became an apostate, I think I drifted towards (2), and then decided it’d be easier to just admit that I sort of went along with the whole “God” thing out of peer pressure.