I wonder

Sometimes, I wonder, do I really care what other people think? And again sometimes, I can't handle the truth about some things. Then again I think, "Let them go to hell, Who cares". Sometimes, they just seem like things so trivial, so childish, but is that what people really care about? Childish things? The world is not what it seemed like when I was growing up, and to be frank, I'm really disappointed. Things made more sense when I was younger, and now, the world is making less and less sense. Things I never used to bother about suddenly come out in the open and look me in the face. Is that called responsibility or is that just bad luck?

So is this called growing up?? Learning less and less of what you think you know? Unlearning and relearning? In this constant quest I really don't know where I fit, everything I've believed in till now is irrelevant, strange and untrue. Maybe things have changed so drastically that I wasn't around to make sense of what's happening till it hit me now.