On the grinch

My reasoning for this post's title is solely because of the fact that only a grinch would write something such as the following on Christmas. Unfortunately, this has been something on my mind for quite some time, and it wasn't until now until I really had time to write this...

I really hope that growing up doesn't involve forgetting our joyful exuberance, losing our zest for life, and ultimately becoming so numbingly apathetic towards everything that we stop giving a fuck.

I know this may sound super pessimistic or emo (and pardon my language), and I've received some feedback on my blog that basically confirms this, but I feel like me trying to be an enthusiastic and compassionate person is becoming increasingly more difficult. I'm so emotionally tired, trying to fight people who don't seem to care about anything other than themselves, and it's really hard for me to continue to do so without being affected.

Some people say we should just worry about ourselves, and keep out of things that don't involve us. However, many would agree that selflessness (vs selfishness) is the answer. I would say I'm somewhere in between, but like I previously said, I'm getting worn down as I try to hold my ground.

Maybe I'm getting all worked up about nothing, and maybe it's immature to think this way or to get upset about something like this. I don't know, it's just something that really bothers me...