Is there anything worth bothering over?

There's a beautiful line in The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, where Christopher Plummer says something along the lines of  "It is true what you say you know; everything you touch does turn to shit".

The more attached you become to things, the more fragile they become, the greater the danger they will turn to dust in your hands. Buddhists warn against attachments for a reason.

Mind you, the opposite is equally unthinkable, not giving a damn...I'm just in grouchy form because this time of year reeks of everything I despise; greed, phoniness, arguments, tension, and the delusion that millions believe somebody, or something, somewhere is in charge.

There isn't.