So, I'm supposed to be a doctor, I've had a little bit of misanthropy, and now I have something to say about her. Firstly, the disease is severe, with losses and destruction. And the main thing is that it took a lot of time. Three years (2015-2018). Secondly, it is perhaps a necessary companion to the transition from the youthful perception of life, full of pink unicorns, into adulthood, where the question is ribbed: either you ruin this life, or make it into a candy. Third, it can be stuck for a long time, or forever, if you do not cultivate during its flow a conscious love for the world, no matter how much the world treats you. Fourth, it is dangerous. It begins with righteous indignation at the unethical nature of those around you and gradually and imperceptibly becomes just like them, angry and self-centered. So if you don't trace it in time, you become a breeding ground for evil. And fifthly, it is contagious. Once one starts, others join in, and the misanthropic epidemic begins.