Mentally Unemployed: A call for sponsorship or idiots.

I have found that nihilism and depression may be curable by the stupidity of the Internet. You find something that sounds so ridiculous, you feel justified having a sense of joy knowing that you must be smarter than a lot of people. Too bad that a lot of these morons are getting paid to show off their ignorance, but your sense of righteousness tells you that posting your opinion will set things right.

So I am a clinically depressed nihilist with delusions of grandeur. I guess I should appreciate any path to a feeling of self worth. The only problem is that you lose those "friends" responding to their ignorance. And you realize that the world may be hopeless when they express their lack of understanding and their feeling of entitlement to hateful feelings before they run out of defense for their inferiority complex.

Then they leave you feeling empty. Not because the unfriending has cost an aspiring writer an audience, but the lack of inspiration. You end up with a Facebook feed that does not frustrate you (with the exception of girls so desperate to feel beautiful they post over three selfies a day), so what in the world is their for you to fix

No reason to write, you're stuck mentally unemployed. And it feels like you're going to fall victim to the perceived pitfalls of real unemployment. Good thing the mental joblessness lacks the government support to become a victim of the capitalist system.

I am too poor to consume myself with drugs (I don't have a dealer's phone number anyhow). What am I to do to justify my existence? Religion is not an option and you got to be able to help yourself before you can help others.

Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.