After much research (read – I have spoken to at least three people) I have decided there really are only two types of people in this world. Those that like other people, and those that don’t.
As a general rule, I fall into the latter category. I don’t like most people. I am a suspicious person, someone who looks for the worst in people and assumes they are almost always idiots. I don’t tolerate fools. I don’t like to be disappointed, so rather than wait for others to disappoint me, I keep my expectations low.
In fact, a friend once saw a t-shirt that read “I hate everyone” and thought of me. I guess it’s no secret.
I don’t know where this comes from, maybe I have been disappointed too many times before. Maybe people just are idiots. Maybe I am just bitter. Maybe I just have a limited amount of affection and time in my life and don’t want to give it to people who I know won’t appreciate it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I’ve been called a pessimist before.
Some people prove me wrong. They turn out not to be psychopaths. They are smart, funny and kind. I hold those people close and I know I am better for having them in my life. They help to balance my views, proving the exceptions to my rule.
But many more have proved my theory right.
Interestingly, a lot of those that I hold dear are in the the first camp. The camp that likes other people. They assume the best, look for the good. They are glass half full people. Positive and kind.
Sometimes, I see them disappointed and let down. Sometimes they trust others and are used, for they are good and kind and those other people, the ones I am so suspicious of, feed off their kindness. Sucked dry and their generosity of spirt taken advantage of.
But maybe they also get to experience things that I would automatically dismiss. Maybe I am too harsh. Maybe I need to lighten up and give more people a chance.
But I probably won’t. It’s like a filter for me; a way to manage my time, my affection. Tough, but in my mind, fair.
I’m interested, which camp are you in?