I don't have a title for this one.
I have been living under the misconception that my instinct to trust people when I first meet them is optimistic and foolish. I think I was just feeling sorry for myself because of the many times that my trust has been abused.
I refuse to think that we live in a world where our primary instinct is to assume every word muttered from the mouths of strangers is a lie. I'd like to think that the majority of people are not just mindlessly spewing lies to try and get one up on me.
This may just be my optimism getting the best of me, but I think I'll stick with the initial trust thing, even if I don't get it in return. Living in trust seems better than living in paranoia.
I refuse to think that we live in a world where our primary instinct is to assume every word muttered from the mouths of strangers is a lie. I'd like to think that the majority of people are not just mindlessly spewing lies to try and get one up on me.
This may just be my optimism getting the best of me, but I think I'll stick with the initial trust thing, even if I don't get it in return. Living in trust seems better than living in paranoia.