In what context?
I can relate from a general point of view. I'm very ambitious lately, and that ambition and drive has me focused like none other, so I spend very little time in the company of others. The only help I generally give is assistance at work, because it is my contractual obligation.
I'm too self absorbed in my works (which I revel very little in before pursuing the next piece) to really give much of a damn about other people. My best friends and family are important obviously, but in public, I generally ignore people, and if I see someone in distress, I'm usually at odds whether to help because of my anxiety, which has me doing my deed (groceries, etc.) in a timely, orderly fashion so that I can get back home without a peep or as little human interaction as possible. If I'm in a good mood, and usually always, I am morally obligated to open doors for people, or to assist if someone has fallen, dropped something, et cetera. But if a mass shooting were to occur, I'd walk the other way, simply put. I'm not interested in further reproduction of our species, so I often see humanity in whole as a parasite, leeching, feeding, barely existing, so part of me doesn't give a shit. The other half of me, the protector, aims to give attention to the individual. The paradox has to do with empathetic overload and anxiety, the Fe, resulting in a lot of shutdown, and ultimately, ignoring people, because I simply can't afford to exert the energy. I need it for more important matters, the things that drive my existence, my passions.
I think I just figured it out. It's a means of protecting and preserving my own energy and empathy. Edit, to OP, for whatever it's worth to you, I'm 27, male.