They don't even understand that what they are seeking in life is to enjoy it, to lust it, to thrive in its warmth. They believe they're confined to their own little worlds and cannot reach out to experience the joys of life. And they get frustrated because their hopelessness keeps compounding itself over time, the resentment and depression being locked up inside a decaying corpus. Not at all. People are starving for attention.
People are bored with their lives.
Jesus, it's horrible. They want to make themselves feel self-important by doing things like boycotting a frigging children's company like Disney for not supporting Christianity in movies like Pocahontas and The Hunchback of Notre Dame. They dismiss all movies and television shows and magazines as being virtually identical to every other work out there, even if what they're criticizing actually does what it's supposed to do rather well. They even have the gall to turn a possible government coverup in Roswell into a geeky, marketing freakshow. You're not important.