not born with it

I recently realised that I have an idealist view on human nature. If I meet strangers in the street, I always assume that they are polite, kind, compassionate and virtuous unless they prove otherwise. Some strangers become acquaintances, and some acquaintances become friends. All of a sudden, I make a shocking discovery that they are just as flawed as everyone else and me. This always, always, without fail, always make me wish that I didn't know them.

I do admit that I feel good for assuming that strangers are good. It gives me a false sense of security of living amongst angels. And I am disgruntled every time I nose-dive into reality. So the problem lies within me. I lack the ability to reconcile with reality. Perhaps, I was just not born with it. And...