I’ve realised something about myself. Something simple. Something that explains why I often feel friction in daily life, yet such deep conviction about the bigger picture:
I don’t like people, but I love humanity.
That might sound harsh, but it’s the truth.
When I say “people,” I mean the constant noise — the small talk, the gossip, the drama, the insecurities spilling out in subtle ways. I pick up on it all. Sometimes I feel like a tuning fork that won’t stop vibrating from everyone else’s frequency. It grates on me, overwhelms me, drains me. That’s where misophonia, ADHD, and my sensitivity all collide.
But humanity is different. Humanity is the arc. The bigger story. The potential for greatness. The spark of creativity, resilience, and vision that rises when individuals come together with purpose. I love that. I believe in that. It’s why I keep building, keep creating, keep speaking — even when the day-to-day makes me want to retreat.
It’s a paradox. To be someone who struggles with “people,” yet feels so deeply for humanity. But maybe that’s exactly what gives me perspective. I don’t get lost in the noise — I’m watching for the signal.
And maybe that’s the point. Loving humanity doesn’t require loving every interaction, every personality, every moment of friction. It means recognising that behind the mess, there’s something worth fighting for.
I don’t like people.
But I love humanity.
And I’ll keep building for that.
DAVID
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