This isn't really about the movie or the book (both are good by the way). Instead I'm kinda stealing the title to talk about something loosely related.

In the movie, Max finds himself in the company of 'monsters', and comes to enjoy their company for the most part. He feels at home amongst them, until later in the movie, when he decides to go home to his human family. although arguably his monster friends had become a family to him as well.

It's hard not to see a possible occult overtone in this.

Myself, I spend a disproportionately large amount of my time in the company of 'astral wildlife', daimons, etc. And a 'huge' amount of time communing with my patron deity, who is no less a wild thing. And I have come, in time, to gradually find their company more familiar and genuine and intuitive than the company of humans. I believe the british a century or two ago would have described it by saying I've "gone native" so to speak. Anyway, I realize it sounds strange to some, but I'm more comfortable and at ease with most spiritual wildlife than I am with most people. Some spiritual wildlife don't care for humans, and I have to say that I've come to see their point.

I realized I had turned a corner when I was once asked to cleanse a house of a haunting. I met the entity, a sort of lesser daimon, and chatted with it for a while. It was kinda terrorizing the people, but it had its reasons. I came to realize that I liked the entity, and I didn't really like the people living in the house all that much. So I refused payment and left. I realized that the nonhuman entity was more a kindred spirit to me than the humans were.

Since that epiphany, the trend has continued. Even to the point that 'being corporeal', having a body, at times feels awkward.

Max in the story eventually came to miss his family. But to be honest, I don't have a human family to go back to. Instead I have the most intimate relationship of my lifetime with a dark goddess on the island of the monsters.

I don't have any illusions about the fact that I am a human being. I mean, I am just that. But I think there is more to any person than just their physical incarnate form. And my 'something more' has grown to feel fairly dissonant with my humanity.

does anyone else empathize with this?
or am I already drifting out of earshot of the human paradigm?