I’ve found there are two very distinct ways to live life: give people the benefit of the doubt or assume all people are lying, sneaky bastards.
Just the other night I watched the movie My Idiot Brother, starring Paul Rudd as a good intentioned but often out of touch hippie. His unwavering faith in humanity leads to mishap in his personal life. But his philosophy remains: “I like to think that if you put your trust out there, if you really give people the benefit of the doubt, see their best intentions, they will rise to the occasion.”
My father, on the other hand, does not share that view:
Me, “Do you have any faith in mankind anymore?”
Papa, “I’m pretty skeptical actually.”