What is the point of it all?

I’ve been reading a bit about how desire is the source of suffering, and it feels pretty good sometimes to have no expectations and just give and be humble and the valley of the universe, etc. But I was driving today making a turn and nothing big, but the people could have let me in and didn’t. It didn’t really matter, I got across soon enough. But I realized I really do want some level of humanity and compassion from people. Not that those people were inhumane, they were fine, but it just made me think that I do desire that of other people, no matter what various ancient texts say. And right now, no matter how much I think about giving myself and doing what I know to be right, and it makes me really sad to think that the mean way of living is “right” to other people. Maybe they think I’m mean.