I think if you're not maladjusted seeing all that's going on around you then there is something much more serious wrong with you mentally.
Jiddu Krishnamurti talked about this subject a lot:
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Is society healthy, that an individual should return to it? Has not society itself helped to make the individual unhealthy? Of course, the unhealthy must be made healthy, that goes without saying; but why should the individual adjust himself to an unhealthy society? If he is healthy, he will not be a part of it. Without first questioning the health of society, what is the good of helping misfits to conform to society? - Commentaries on Living Series 3 (1960)
To help the individual to fit into a society which is ever at war with itself – is this what psychologists and analysts are supposed to do? Is the individual to be healed only in order to kill or be killed? If one is not killed, or driven insane, then must one only fit into the structure of hate, envy, ambition and superstition which can be very scientific? - Attributed to Krishnamurti in Mark Vonnegut's (Kurt Vonnegut’s son) book The Eden Express: A Memoir of Insanity (1975).
The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted. - Brave New World Revisited (1958) - Aldous Huxley.
Henry Miller (who was inspired by Krishnamurti), from his travelogue
The Colossus of Maroussi (1941): There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.
We love you, M. Never change.