Is it normal to be cynical and suspicious of my fellow humans?

Our little gold fish bowl, this green and pleasant land, the security of well stocked supermarket shelves, the distinctive odor of reformed crude as we glance around, finger on the trigger, nod to the bod opposite, who'll draw first ? Or is it withdraw ? Less mouths to feed perhaps. The chap you have just apologized too, for brushing past, would he kill you for half a packet of ginger nuts, my bet absolutely, without hesitation in most cases. Would you hunt the larger variety of game, mindfully singing " The record shows I took the blows and did it my way " The deed done, process and preserve for a grainy day, when all the color has gone, nothing left bar two shades, one for honor, the other for shame. IIN?