Yeah, I dissociate almost every day.
I sometimes try to imagine what a being of pure psyche would think about, and I can't come up with anything. If you consider it, everything we're thinking about comes as a result of our human existence. A being of pure psyche would have no concept of death, because he doesn't require a biological machine that would power his conscience. He would have no concept of poop jokes because he doesn't defecate. He wouldn't know what it's like to be tired, he couldn't ever complain about being tired. He wouldn't know what seeing a bright object above you that seems small to you but is in reality trillions of times larger is like. He would have no concept of bigness because he has nothing to compare it too. No concept of himself because only he exists in his experience. Basically, I don't think that a being of pure psyche is possible, because it couldn't be self-aware. A being of pure psyche is basically nothing.
In contrast, everything we humans think about comes as a result of existing in a physical world. Which makes me think about why everything is the way it is. Isn't it weird how we have these things attached to our bodies that start splitting up into five directions in their ends? Isn't it weird that we have these sticks which we thrust into beings with a different chromosome to our set to create more consciousness out of nowhere?
And reality could've been any other way, but it's specifically this way and the reason why is just because our universe started out with certain parameters, like the Planck constant being the number it is, quarks (or even smaller particles) behaving the way they do. And it all resulted in an incel, a being with an incredibly strong desire for companionship even though he doesn't understand why he should want to have that desire in the first place. Being a human is weird.