I believe I need to have my bile spun in a centrifuge to more readily identify its components. Other people are a wall you can't get over and can't get around, and it doesn't make sense to use my head as a battering ram against it, because even if that worked I'd still have a broken bloody head. There's no coming to terms with it, and not coming to terms with it results in a kind of bitterness which may or may not be justified but is certainly useless. I suppose you have to accentuate the good, keep in mind the particular lovely qualities of certain specific individuals you treasure, to keep from succumbing to a generalized sort of adolescent cynicism about people. Other people appear to have less of a problem with this, they possess naturally sunny dispositions. Equanimity and perkiness are their default settings. These annoying pollyannas are the people whose noses you really want to rub in some horrible facts. You can be that way but I'm afraid you have to earn it, blithely ignoring the horror inside people is cheating and not permissible.