For the majority of my life I would agree. It does appear to be the case that people will screw you over at any opportunity. Logically though, I have to admit that when I was on the only drug that worked for me (Venlafaxine) I loved everyone, even strangers. Couldn't stop hugging and kissing them.
It just seems an alien concept right now. I have so much hatred I am wary of leaving the home.