In all my travels, I've come across plenty of types of people. The kind that are the best at hurting other people are the ones who make up their own truthes. They are fake people living fake lives. They are jaded by their overactive imaginations or their lying and cheating to get "what's supposed to be comming to them" or to give, "the justice someone deserves." What good is justice when it is dealt by the dreamer? What good is compassion when the compassionate are turned to dust by rumors and seedy thoughts?
You talk about pain and suffering and how much your ex-girlfriend hurt you? How she was.... and go on and on about this person you used to love. Or thought you loved. And then you'll take what she was, and twist her up until she's nothing like the person she truly is. Did you even care? Or does the end justify the means? An eye for an eye is the most ignorant of all human policies. What does taking the eye of the one who took yours do for you? Does that person's blindness make yours go away? Does that person's pain remove yours? No, it can not, and will not. It feeds your lust for revenge, and then leaves you like a husk, empty and worthless.
You take your politics and use them to scare people while intentionally giving off half-truthes and white lies. What kind of person are you? You were elected to help the people, to represent their needs, not to line your pockets. You don't do anything for me, and there isn't anyone with any money who would actually do the job right. Utopia? Try the novel 1984. That's the closest we'll ever come to anything with the word utopia in it. Negative-utopia. You can promise bright futures and new jobs, but all you promise is fake.
That is why, even though the jaded are experienced, the jaded have knowledge, and the jaded are more likely to survive, I still prefer the naive.
They still have a soul to save.