You want my advice to young people?
Don’t ever believe that anyone is “sincere” or “decent.”
Those are things that people pretend to be in order to A. Make themselves feel better about things they’ve done, or B. Distract you from what they plan to do.
To answer the obvious question: If you think you actually are sincere or decent, you’re either A. Delusional, or B. Completely and totally alone and had better watch your back, because the chances of you running into a person like yourself AND recognizing them against everyone else’s smoke screens are pretty much zero. (You think I’m going to tell you which case I think I fit? Ha!)
Frankly, most of you are better off dead, either for your own good or (far more likely) the good of everyone else, not that they deserve it.
Does this sound insane or paranoid? Stick around a while. I used to keep an open mind. But every time I thought I was misanthropic enough, the bottom fell out, revealing a new level of treachery and scum. Every attempt I had made to create an accurate model of reality was too hopeful, too forgiving. That little nagging feeling when someone hangs up the phone, that “crazy” premonition: ugly as they might make you, your suspicions are correct. No one really means you well.
(The good news? You don’t have to worry about conspiracy theories, since people are too treacherous to even conspire for long. Then again, I might be telling you that to protect my own conspiracy, mightn’t I?)