I've been for over twenty years in a stage of life where it remains more personally profitable to just ignore most other people and their aspirations. The privilege here is granted by my aquired ability to squish existential concerns to zero, biological anxiety close to zero, and thereby simply appreciate existence as it passes by.
At some point, if this keeps up, I may be forced to grow up to the next level and inconvenience myself with plebs as a variable means to the sole end of helping other people. The reasoning for this is pretty straightforward and well understood. The suboptimal operation of the Earth results simply from foolish, sometimes selfish but not always, allocations of capital. But the acquisition of capital is solely dependent on doing business with idiots who concern themselves with follies such as food, toys, relationships, and experiences.