between jobs now

As I mentioned, I am between jobs now. After busybusy sessions before noon, when I try to find potential activity, I am left to do but stare at four walls around my loneliness.
I believe I have a talent of being able to "stand in other people shoes". Life though, was not extremely cruel to me, I was not deeply touched or tortured by it. Yet, I am able to feel what others feel while facing life's dark side. I like to think of me as very good. Am so good that when I share my view, I even am mistaken for taking somebody's side. Playing against the house.
I am feeling down now. And believe me, I perfectly understand why even more crowds of youngbloods are pulled to darker side. To their inevitable "A. Akbar" statement, raping or radicalism. It's because of loneliness. Because of isolation. Even amidst of fellow countrymen, they circulate on spiral crazy orbit towards unknown unsure peril, danger. I feel strongly to be citizen of almost extinct continent. Europe is losing its past, denying it, glorifying today, careless about the future. What I always admired in Chinese, it's the long time thinking. They act like "it's OK, I will not live up to the plan, the goal far away is what it is all that matters. Goal above all."
At least that's how I perceive it. To humanity, I am brotherly souled. Am not quite sure whether you'd understand my meaning. I am friendly to most of yous. It's just that bitterness of situation echoes in my actions and words.
So, being far away makes people losing something. Or "losing IT". I believe you should trust me on that. Jobless, sitting, staring, brewing thoughts while the world outside's moving, regardless of anything. of nothing.
I can really fancy why people turn to evil. Not only inside refugee camps, immigrant asylum, also Harlem, Soho, suburbs of Bogota, Cairo, Moscow or Shanghai. Looks like from turning around, slightly fluctuated density of stardust of black nebula, conglomerates emerge. And the end up i accelerating speed to form a white hot concentration of anger, sometimes hate. Sometimes fanaticism. Sometime desperation. Don't you think?