Because what we so often call 'caring' is in reality simple meddling. We "care", so we try to steer our object of this care in the "right" direction. We think, and tell ourselves (and our object), that we do all of this - just because we care. So much. So, so, sooo much. That we only want what's best for our object. And so we meddle. Oh, sorry, we care. But is what we feel is right or best, a definite right or best for our object? Or isn't it right or best only for ourselves and/or in our opinion? (If you really stop and think at this point, you will surely realise that there are as many perceptions of 'right' and 'best' as there are personalities.) So do we then really care about our object, if we don't even care enough to respect what our object feels he/she wants or chooses to be or do?
So yes, I've finally stopped (this kind of) caring. I can finally love and respect all you guys so much that I won't even care if you think I'm cold as ice for not caring anymore.