I do worry about mankind. Perhaps too much, I'll admit. But when you work within mental health services, it's an industrial hazard. The longer I work with people in emotional crises, the more I notice them within the general population. Everyone's fucked up when you look through this cockeyed lens.
Fundamentally, I worry that we value individuality beyond anything else. We're obsessed with ourselves. At night, we fret and twist because we're not as happy as we should be. We compare ourselves to a prostituted minority, pimped on print and across TV. We believe that they're some sort of median norm; If only we could conform, then we'd be happy.
As if it's our God given right to be eternally blissful...Meh.