Last night my dad and I had a heart to heart talk for the first time in a very long time. And it made me sad. His outlook on life isn't what I thought it would be. His view of the world is cold and distorted. To him everyone is a possible killer. Now, he is by no means paranoid. He just has this odd dislike of being around people. Which I share I guess. He believes this world will never get better and that we all have to look out for our selves and no one else. This was hard for me to understand. I've always believed the world was a harsh place sure, but I've also always believed that one day it would change. And there would come a day when people truly got along with one another. Besides that, I'm the type of person that looks out for other people. I'm by no means a hero, but if someone were in danger I would do everything in my power to protect that person, even if I didn't know them. But last night got me thinking. Have I been wrong all these years? Is my view of the world still childish? Will it only get worse? Am I one of the few of a dying breed that would die to protect someone else? I suppose we all need our faith in humanity restored at some point. I guess that point is now for me.