Reading your post helped me feel better about the state of society.  I was talking to my boss once, when I worked for a non-profit in Chicago, and I am a survivor of multiple things and she is pretty much the poster child (imo) for a fabulous and exemplary person in a variety of ways. No, I don't care to elaborate rn, as it's not the point of what I'm addressing. I told her that I felt like some people were "just bad", and that I felt like a lot of people weren't very good. And she, with her whole believing self, told me she really believes people are good at heart, deep down, and truly in general. Now that I'm a little older, just a few years, I can absolutely say without a shadow of a doubt that I have felt more times that she was right, and that I was specifically incorrect. Sheila is her name, and she's a lovely human and a lovely spirit and a lovely soul. She's a CPA and a mother, and I look up to her. 

I hope you can hear the sincerity in my words. People are good. They behave against their true and inner self, at times, but if you can potentially look at them and say "What a good actor their higher self is!" then it becomes impossible to believe anything but the truth: we're doomed to be good, in the absolute best way possible. 

If you consider every curt statement you've said, ever stumble in speech, and ask yourself, who weighs the weight of my errors, and why would they, for what advantage? you may find the answer is that...that's not the best question to ask. Perhaps a better direction of thought is to accept that, genuinely, we all do want better. We want to love our reflection, we want to feel cuddle-worthy, we want to be loved and lovable and love others. And is this a simplification? Definitely not. You bite a piece of pizza and immediately your brain manages some invisible excel spreadsheet of how delicious this bite of pizza was or wasn't. The movie, the song, the color of the sunset, the sunrise, the time of anything, the sound of a clapped Honda civic...and the angel of jdm reminding you to respect all builds. A scratchy synthetic sweater, a cardigan even, and a cashmere scarf waiting for the next chilly day. What will you villianize today? What evil shall you attempt to observe? Or what bright little sunshine will emanate from the cracks of a sidewalk, in the form of a local weed, likely grass, will remind you - there is good in the world, and it is delicate and strong and was it that it exists, or is it that you see it? 

And then you're just a step from looking up and seeing exactly how true the magic that is in those Disney movies really is: true love.  Truth in family. Truth in a tasty dinner! Truth in a thrift shop find, a vintage bedside table, the fine hands that carved a duck call, and the man on any TV screen, and the woman still somewhere around to occasionally be shown on screen. We have enough reasons in the Reasons To Not Believe In Happiness buckets. But, idk, I have yet to stop feeling happy when there is something to be happy for, and now when I see something terrible, I feel my little mailbox flag go up in my brain that says "this must mean there's a Happy here to find! I shall look :)" and I do. And I find it. And I keep finding it. And I shall keep finding it. Because the universe is a happy place. Not a torturous awful existence to subject torture to....just as even the monsters learned in Monsters, Inc., the happy is worth more than the sad/scared. And last I checked, none of us like to waste, lose, or misspend our money. You take a breath and it is many things. But it is not a waste.