I think Terry Pratchett sums up being a human perfectly

(Auditors have similarities to humans but are very, very different)

"Yesterday she'd tried a piece of dried toast.
It had been the single worst experience of her existence.
It had been the single most intense experience of her existence.
It had been something else, too. As far as she could understand the language, it had been enjoyable.
It seemed that the human sense of taste was quite different from the sense as employed by an Auditor. That was precise, measured, analytical. But the human sense of taste was like being hit in the mouth by the whole world. It had been half an hour of watching fireworks in her head before she remembered to swallow.
How did humans survive this?
She'd been fascinated by the art galleries. It was clear that some humans could present reality in a way that made it even more real, that spoke to the viewer, that seared the mind... but what could possibly transcend the knowledge that the genius of an artist had to poke alien substances into his face? Could it be that humans had got used to it? And that was only the start..."

If you didn't understand that, then don't worry. I'm probably reading into it far too much