I lied. I love being human.
I am proud to be one of them for the time being, and I am proud to be their god.
I love the time when I was a teenager, having the worst day ever in existence for whatever reason, in another city, tapped out and no one to call to, trying to go back home. I love the human bus driver noticing me trying to find pennies in my bag and saying "You don't have to pay if you don't have it. And I can give you pocket money if you want." I love how I just broke down and cried and spilled the whole story.
I love how it is just one instance among many times I've found the strength to go on another day, thanks to a stranger's kindness.
And I love being there for them in return. I love getting my hands dirty, I love intervening in the ways I could never as a god. I love when they say "I am not afraid anymore because I know you got my back." I love holding their hands and being here, undeniably, undoubtedly, definitely.
Humanity, they could never make me hate you.