Speaking Hypothetically

I have begun to engage in hypothetical thinking as an exercise for my brain. A way to stimulate thought and hopefully regeneration of brain cells in the hope that I may maintain some semblance of sanity for as long as I can before I plunge over the inevitable cliff (so close now) towards dementia.
My brain cells are much maligned. When Crown Royal washes over them, they dance in ecstasy, reveling in the freedom of sweet abandon. The next morning the survivors awake in puddles of vomit to a nightmare of mass extinction; thousands of their friends dead around them in piles of unimaginable horror. Worse still, through the body's early warning communication network, they hear the whispers of the liver croaking out the words "I cannot take much more of this."
Hypothetical thinking. I decided to imagine a guy going on a job interview. A job he needed more than any other job of his lifetime. Because a corporate giant had stripped him of options, taken away his safety net called credit and left him vulnerable, exposed and afraid. A job he prepared for like never before in his life, putting in a minimum of 6 to 8 hours of studying. He had never studied for a job interview before ever in his life. I started to feel for this guy.
I wondered what it would be like to feel confidant after the interview, only to be rejected and told that he scored low on oral expression. A measurement tool you would think would be used for hookers or porn stars. Oral expression? Shouldn't this guy have been "scored" on the relevance of the answers he gave with nervousness factored in? Nervousness purposefully encouraged by the Stalag-like nature of the interview itself? Even given the fact that the interviewers could not know how badly this guy needed the job, you would think they, given job prospects as they currently are, might feel the desperation of an insecure part timer going for the imagined security of a higher paying full time position, and factor that into their "evaluation".
Then I thought to myself - How would this guy feel if this bad news was communicated to him by a Human Resources employee who oozes condescension and insincerity? An employee who goes on to say - "it might be helpful to take a deep breath before answering and try to make your responses more precise and clear." As if she was talking to a five year old.
As I considered along the logical path of this hypothetical scenario, I wondered how this guy would feel if he began to think that he had been screwed by the system. That the decision to hire someone else had been made on prejudices or politics or negative agenda, and not on merit, ability and intelligence. What if he started thinking that the two more interviews he has lined up are meaningless. Maybe the company is looking for a sacrificial lamb at The Big Store, or maybe they are not considering him as a serious candidate for either job? That could signal the death of hope.
What if he felt that the system was a game and that his survival hung in the balance? That he was trying as hard and as sincerely as he could, desperate, while others toyed with his future, completely insensitive to the potentially drastic consequences of the game.
I began to experience hypothetical anger at a nuclear level.
I thought about this guy going home the night he got the bad news and on the day afterwards. Going home to a house silent with tension. Financial stress. Worry. Fear. A house screaming silently with the words "What do you have to do to survive? How can you fight a system that is designed to make you fail?" A house wise with the knowledge of all the jobs worked, all the sacrifices made, all the tortured fear experienced and the tears shed over many decades. A house thick with his feelings of failure.
The disappointment. The sense of hopelessness and helplessness.
I had to give up on this hypothetical exercise because I became simultaneously furious, murderous and suicidal.
I thought to myself that I hope I never meet anyone in such a painful and desperate situation. I don't think I could handle it.