The one thing I feel like I don’t see that many people describe about nonhumanity is how much you can *miss* being yourself.
It’s almost like thinking about a childhood friend that moved away. You can go day to day without really thinking about it, but that time you spent with them still formed you as a person, it’s part of who you are. But sometimes, you can be sitting somwhere and you wish so hard that they were right there with you. Dispite not having a past life, I miss having a muzzle, or teeth, or a strong sense of smell. I can think back to a nonexistent time where I could run across grassy hills chasing down sheep, when I could climb trees and hunt down anything with just my nose and my ears. I miss the desert. I miss the stars. I miss the river. I miss it so much it aches.
It’s a part of me that’s just not there anymore. But it still affects me so much.
