Apocalypse No

So the world didn't end up apocalypsing (well that's not English..).  What a surprise!
This person I know on Facebook posted this:. "Maybe this is what the Mayans predicted. Not an asteroid, or a solar flare, but the end of what we are. We no longer cherish life, or other people, even the earth or the animals and the resources put on it. War, genocide, abuse, senseless mass murder, animal cruelty, gluttony, greed, waste and lust... Look around you, the end of the world is already here."
At first it made a lot of sense to me.  But then I realized something.  The world had already been like this for the entirety of the modern human race.  See, back when the Mayans were alive, genocides happened everywhere (there own massacre for example), slavery, human sacrifices were rampant,etc.  The only difference between then and now is we are aware of it.  Well and the whole lustiness thing.  But hey, people married earlier back then.  We have even eliminated some of the evil, although some has been added.
We are mostly aware of the evil we do, and recognize it as such.  And we do it anyways, because we cannot help ourselves.  It's the reason Utopian communities always failed.  People always say society is evil, and messed up, and they forget that they themselves make up society, and they alone can change it.  I am not saying that people are inherently evil, I am saying that people are just far from perfect.
I feel as if the world is such a mixture of good and bad things.  Like, for example, the Newtown shooting.  That day, my sister came home, and I remember saying to myself at the beginning of the day that nothing could make the day bad.  So naturally the world proved me wrong.  These shootings, I find them hard to actually process and think about.  My brain blocks them out automatically, the whole "ignorance is bliss" idea  kind of rings true.  Whenever my mom watches the news and something about it comes on, I have to walk out of the room.  There is this quote "If you aren't angry, you aren't paying attention."  I really don't like it.  Because there is no point being angry all the time, at things you cannot control.
I always feel bad when I'm feeling bad.  Wait, that doesn't make sense.  Redo.
Whenever I feel bad about myself, about a situation I am in, or I'm just feeling down that day, I start to feel worse because my problems are all so tiny and stupid.  They are all about guys not noticing me and friends not inviting me places.  Because I could live in Newtown, I could be starving or friendless.  I have a roof over my head, straight As, loving family and friends, and food in the fridge.  So my life is pretty good, but I always want more.
I think it might be a human thing.  Our own fatal flaw as a species.  No matter how much you have, you always want more, and everyone is a bit selfish.  I feel guilty for it, and I shouldn't, but I do.
Gosh this whole post doesn't even make any sense.  Maybe its because I'm exhausted.  This is the good and bad things.  I'm exhausted and stressed, but it is finally vacation.  My friend living in Scotland is coming back tomorrow, and a friend who lives 40 minutes away is also visiting, and it's almost Christmas and my birthday.  I can finally sleep late multiple days for the first time in months.   With all the bad things, the good shines through.