1/3 life crisis?

Hello, um, anyone. Anyone who somehow found their way to this tiny new blog and has a desire to read it, sufficed to say I have no idea what kind of person you might be. I waste my fair share of time on the internet to be sure, however I have never found myself suffering from enough mental anguish to indulge myself with the most shallow thoughts of an annonymous electronic wanderer. In all fairness this blog now exists because a.) it practically created itself along with my gmail account that I've established as the heir to my Purdue webmail account, being that I no longer attend Purdue and thusly that account is doomed; b.) I am in need of an outlet for the peculiar thoughts that run through my head in a given day that are neither spoken or recorded, which I find a waste, since many of them are entertaining or insightful and of which I am proud in my own private way which few of my friends are aware of in the least. By recording these ideas I hope to possibly use them in stories, which I also intend to present here. I've long been of the mind that freelance writer/novelist is the best job I could attain, but I, for one reason or another have not written often or consistently enough to call myself a writer. Through this medium I hope to change that and hopefully get some meaningful feedback, as well as let go of things that are bothering me. I hope you'll ("you" in this case being my theoretical audience that has yet to, or may not ever exist) enjoy what I put down here.
This brings me to the first idea that needs to remove itself from my head, the fact that I am without a damn thing to do with myself and literally no prospects. I recently estimated that, since late December, I've applied to 200 jobs, from which I have received one phone call concerning employment. A call that was promptly (promptly in the business sense: three business days later) followed by a "just kidding" email informing me that they didn't want to waste their time interviewing me. I myself have never been a fan of capitalism, it rewards greed, punishes the poor and disabled, and creates undo focus on material assets, but with job search results like that I can't help but feel useless. I'm a reasonably intelligent, caring individual whom others enjoy being around and confiding in. I've been informed by several that I'm missed terribly in West Lafayette now that I no longer spend all my time there. I feel I have plenty to contribute to society, but have been marked as dead weight and of no utility to my community or the nation at large. So here I am in my early twenties, doing nothing, and lacking the experience, confidence or the opportunity to do anything that I might want to. This is the crisis that imprisons my mind for days at a time, allowing me little sleep at night and no reason to leave bed during the day. But just typing this out over the last ten minutes or so is giving me some purpose. And I promise that I also find plenty of wacky humor in life and most posts won't develop into yet another depressing recession story. I don't know to whom I'm making this promise, since no one will read this, I guess myself. I don't promise myself much, we'll see if that might aid in this catharsis.