Is it normal i'm doubting whether most people are worth caring about?
I had plans to volunteer in doing humanitarian work, like working at soup kitchens, homeless shelters, Habitat for Humanity- whatever I could find around my area to help with.
I enjoy helping people, and want to do something productive. However, as the title says, I doubt that most people are honestly worth helping.
Tbh, I've never particularly liked the human race, including myself, nor the idea of it. I just enjoy the comforts of society. That may seem to conflict with the part of me that enjoys helping, but it doesn't feel like it does.
No matter how I look at it, human nature is largely bad. Though we have attempted to hone and restrain out worst desires by struggling to follow various moral codes, progress is slow and arduous. And some things will never change.
Like every species and creature on Earth, humanity is extremely selfish. Though unlike animals, which I forgive for their lack of intelligence and lack of pretentiousness, humans generally show an incredibly irritating amount of arrogance, and lack of self-awareness for the reasoning capacities of our brains.
If you claim to be so much better than an animal, so much higher in thought and behavior, then act a little more like it. Sure, you may not poop in public and shamelessly strut your dangly bits, but a savagery likened to the jungle's is interwoven into our domestic, civilized lives.
The shitty world that everyone complains about is the way that it is because of the nature of the creatures that it's made up of, obviously.
Of course, changing anything would take personal accountability and sacrifice on the parts of individuals, things which most people lack towards impersonal issues.
So might as well just keep casually complaining like it couldn't possibly have anything to do with you or your family. Seeing the scale of things, one might argue that it hardly does. However, that doesn't change the fact that the compilation of humans thinking just like that is largely what's allowed the world to become such a mess.
But even a relatively small inconvenience to show some compassion to the creatures humans share the planet with, the environment, and our own society is too much trouble for most.
Most humans are short-sighted and highly indulgent, consequences be damned. Whoever or whatever suffers under them be damned. All that matters to most people is themselves, the social circle that centers around them in their minds, and their own genetic legacy (children).
I consider myself to be a medium level of selfishness, hypocrisy, and indulgence. Which is why if I died right now, my dead corpse wouldn't be worth mourning over like some kind of objective loss.
Anyway, I'll likely go ahead and volunteer for stuff, splitting my efforts between environmental causes, animal rescue operations, and humanitarian work, despite how I despise many humans' natures.