I've come to the conclusion that i don't really like people that much; which is slightly disappointing but not entirely surprising. This will probably engender responses like "well fuvk you too"; which would amuse me greatly. And i've got chocolate!
I have come to subscribe to the old chestnut that "hell is other people". Both in the way Sartre actually meant it (you need other's uncomfortable judgments about you to truly know yourself) and in its more superficial sense that people are an endless fund of shallow judgments, facile disloyalty and subterranian cross currents and undertows that I'm more than a little tired of dealing with. As an introvert I could happily finish out my life flying solo; I think those would likely end up being both the loneliest AND best years of my life.
So you'll get no "fuck you's" from me about it, I'll cheerfully admit that the feeling's mutual ...
However, if someone is really approachable / likable / kind / transparent / uncomplicated, I know how to value such people and am apt to make exceptions for them.
I'm an annoyingly optimistic and cheerful person. It takes a lot for me to not like a person. But once I don't that's the end. Pretty much no coming back from it.
I probably like and forgive people who don't deserve it. I can't say either of us is more right than the other.
It's a reasonable conclusion. You'll get no abuse from me. The complicated bit here is that we are the people who bring other people to this conclusion. We all play our part and I'm darned if I know what I could do to be less irritating or downright offensive in people's eyes. It might even be that nature wants it this way, something to do with the need for death and renewal. But maybe nature doesn't have to have the last word here. Maybe that's what the history of religion has always been about.