I don't get this "faith in humanity" thing. You mean, like expecting something from "humanity" and then you either think they can handle it or you think they can't? I don't expect anything much of people. People are made of persons and persons are all trapped inside their own heads:
I know there are starving, sick, desolate children all over the world, but I won't give up my fucking gaming money to help them out. I know the conditions at a lot of chicken farms could make you puke at the sight of them, and yet I insist that my chicken be both plump and affordable. I know my quality of life is amazing, and yet I still hate my position. My mom recently apologized to me, truly upset, because sometimes, sometimes she and my father fought where we could hear them. Oh my god.
Anyone familiar with John Dies at the End will know what I'm talking about up there, about the horrors of humanity. If I were an English major, the rest of you would, too.
Sucky but true: The bad things in life make the good things better.
Hamlet: "I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."
Now I'm talking about perspective.
To crappily sum it up:
I've known really amazing people, awful people, people who are just there. There's no sense taking personal experiences or any one occurence, pointing to it and saying "That, right there, proves that we are all horrible as a collective".