Meursault just doesn't care and in a way it completely frees him. He's not chained down by the binding feelings of others- or himself. He's uninvolved towards life's trivialities such as shaking hands, smoking in front of the deceased, or telling white lies. He holds no bonds to established standards. And yet, in a way it also completly imprisons him because he's too much to himself. Being so disconnected towards others has left him alone. But Meursault seems fine with his loneliness. I once read a funny and true quote saying: "If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company. Not only is Meursault ok with being alone- he likes it. Moreover, why care when nothing matters? It seem counterproductive to care about something that's meaningless? Meursault's attitude is more than just a story line- its a philosophy. It's a way of life and a perspective of life. For Meursault it just seems so hopeless to care about such a mundane existence: go to school, to go to college, to get a job, get a retirement -die. When life, no matter what will always end the same- what's the point?
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