Seeing the extent of the world's sin, one recoils. As time passes, one becomes apathetic to others.
Recognizing one's own fragile virtue, there's fear in being around the sinful. One cuts them off before they drag one down.
Debating with the willfully blind is an exercise in frustration and stupidity. One stops trying.
Living in virtue requires so much energy, hardly any can be spared on others. One remains quiet when hearing other's mistakes.
In all cases, practical misanthropy is the result. We're told we should be caring of others, but how? They are set in their ways, and I can barely keep myself clean. I can't deal with the madness of the world without going mad myself with grief. I can feel myself becoming indifferent to others and I know I shouldn't, but I don't know how to reconcile my love for others with the constant disappointment.