One of the gifts of being a misanthrope is that it becomes far less painful and fretful to acknowledge that many human conflicts do not involve a good party and a bad party in conflict, but rather, two parties of varying degrees of awfulness being awful toward each other.
I no longer feel compelled to automatically seek out the good and the bad parties when I see conflict. Instead, I feel compelled to understand the two kinds of oppositional badness I see pitted against each other.