I begin to suspect that the world is divided not only into the happy and the unhappy, but into those who like happiness and those who, odd as it seems, really don't.
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.
It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible Gods and Goddesses. To remember that the dullest, and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship.
Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect.