On being something else.
I’m glad I’m not a fish. They don’t have an easy life: being predated on by bigger fish, no hands to scratch itches with etc, plastic bottles and micro plastics from fleece jackets everywhere.
Swimming in your own latrine everyday must take a toll on you sooner or later.
Every day is a struggle for survival for a fish.
The good thing is that you can move in three dimensions, but then a fish is still a downgrade from being a bird.
I suppose being a merman in the ocean could be OK.
I’d rather be a human though.
Rather than that I’d like to be an elf.