I struggle with my humanity. I mean, I really, really struggle with it.
Sometimes I'd think I'd rather exist as a disembodied spirit and float and flit from here to there and access portals and wormholes and galaxies and cosmic places and observe mere mortals from a distance and existentially be out there and perhaps even haunt the people who piss me off in this here mundane physical realm.
Humanity! The bane of my existence!
I feel trapped in my body. Like I'm meant to soar but wasn't born with wings that would have given even Icarus perfect flight.
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