I find it has served me more than well to openly trust every human being until they show me reason to not trust them.
And humans do work like animals in nature; how they dress, move, and speak does tell you visual information about what they are as a human.
Some people will show me reason to not trust them just by how they present themselves in the world.
However, most have yet to show me any reason not to trust them with familiarity.
Only one is trusted with my life and could cripple me; and that is whom I married.
I also have had a car stolen by one individual, $1,500 by another, rent money that was abused on drugs by roommates, lived homeless because I was foolish enough to follow a crush to a town where only the girl was someone that I knew - and it didn’t work out, and I have a harder time remembering who’s parents are still married rather than who’s divorced.
Sometimes; it really sucks to trust. It really, really sucks.
But then again, sometimes the wildest shit happens because you did trust and then bad shit did happen.
That crush I followed that ended up with me living on the streets?
That lead me to stay at a hostel one night when I scraped enough money together to get off the street for a night. There I bumped into an outstanding didgeridoo player with an ungelled, yet dyed, mohawk, and the Eye of Ra tattooed on his eyes. As well; his happenstance traveling companion; a very brutish-looking and tall (I’m 6’1’’ so when people are taller than I by nearly a head it grabs my attention) South African named Benjamin (don’t remember the didgeridoo guys name; he was emotionally strange so my mind has probably blocked the name out).
They wanted to get to my hometown and make money off of fish (at least Ben did), and I wanted to get back to my hometown.
We made a trade; they would take me home, and I would find them boats to work on.
The adventure along the way lead us to working on a ranch in the hills of Homer while we waited to leave on the fairy days later.
And this adventure set the seed for my itch to get out of my hometown again and go explore and travel more again.
And that adventure that eventually did come, when I had made enough money again, was the adventuring that eventually landed the most amazing woman walking in the door of the pub (the only pub in Alaska - all the rest are bars) I was working in.
And she’s now my wife.
So…I still think it’s quite a good idea to trust openly; but just be ready to roll and ride the wave wherever it goes.
But really, it’s not about what you gain from trusting.
To me; it’s always been about what you retain.
I can’t shut people out from open trust by default and retain who I am; that would be a cardinal shift in character.