I don't identify as human at all. I am nonhuman. I don't see my body as human either, even if it is. Being told or reminded I am human doesn't feel good. Being in contact with other spirits like me, has shown me how human, in fact, I am.
Like the Ents say to the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings, the spirits tell me not to be so hasty. My mind works like a human's, it races its thoughts. I am impatient. I am bound to time as humans around me are. Time is such a small thing for a spirit. There is so much of it, endless, and you can ride it like a storm. Like a quote from the Haunting of Hill House; "Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti". It is not linear, moment to moment, and fast paced towards an inevitable moment of stop or change. As a spirit you don't live towards anything, you're not running from a past.
My mind works like a human's. This body ages like a human's. Time flows for me, the way a human perceives it. And it is dysphoric for me.
Like the Ents say to the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings, the spirits tell me not to be so hasty. My mind works like a human's, it races its thoughts. I am impatient. I am bound to time as humans around me are. Time is such a small thing for a spirit. There is so much of it, endless, and you can ride it like a storm. Like a quote from the Haunting of Hill House; "Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti". It is not linear, moment to moment, and fast paced towards an inevitable moment of stop or change. As a spirit you don't live towards anything, you're not running from a past.
My mind works like a human's. This body ages like a human's. Time flows for me, the way a human perceives it. And it is dysphoric for me.