Omnivores with carnivor habits

I think since the day I was born I wondered why I was born a human. I remember crawling around, growling at miscellaneous things. I remember staring at bugs for hours. Once I pretended I was a cold blooded Alligator and would sit in my fridge and lay out in the sun to control my body temperature. My mom would have flipped shit. I read only a small portion of the animorphs series. Somehow when I was little I had a sense that their cheap anthropomorphism was not nearly what it was to be an animal. Cheap thrills never caught my eye then, and they still don't now. But what does that make me? Someone with good taste? What does good taste mean when there is little to eat. The Animals take what they can, Animals are too dignified to be dignified. I am a bored human being.

It seems that the greatest hunger to be satisfied for any human being is to be entertained. Be it with some meaningless task, or some elaborate show to indulge in the drunken revelry of laughter. The human race is a bunch of laughers, criers, Haters, lovers, etc. . . . . We are divine, and we deserve divine, decadent foods for our soft well nourished palates. This is what makes us so great, that we can enjoy it, correct? No other animal can do this. No other Animal can pollute. No other Animal can commit genocide. No Animal can create it's own justice and morals like we can. No other Animal can worship the gods. But if they could have the capability to see them, would they? Wouldn't they follow them with a greater desire than we, the easily bored, bipedal, free thinking, ego maniacs?

If our brains were capable of understanding the universe, wouldn't we already know by now? Could it be that we will soon only base our thinking off of what we have learned thousands of years ago? With all the corruption of knowledge, history, forgetfulness I really only see us getting so far. I really only see myself getting so far.

People seem so alien to me sometimes, like raving carnivores. A smile can seem so horribly wrong in so many situations. Like the glint of moonlight off of a rabid wolf, our teeth glisten all the same. Our eyes dilate and our mouths salivate. Fortunately being the well groomed creature I am, I do not base anything off of this irrational fear. I say irrational because the fastest instincts are in fact, irrational. The most necessary ones are, hopefully if I come under attack my deep rooted ancestral rage can take over. I believe I am going to at least try to live off of the land while it is still possible.