The Media Philosopher

The philosopher sat in his room, pondering the mysteries of the universe. He tweeted the grand thought he had just had, and 20 of his facebook friends commented on it:
“OMG thts deep!”
“U rock man!”
“what inane emo bullshit”
“Nice”
“What u tlkin bout”
He referenced wittenstein, pwning them all. His sharp wit would stand no bullshit. Sleepless nights he had taken to writing, and this dribble was what he got back. Where was his equal?
He took a moment off to clean his toenail and tweet about it.
“Ewwwwwww!” Came a reply.
“Well fuck off. Unfriend me.”
“Ur such a dick.”
How could his torment be understood by these underling fools? Did they not comprehend? What was the worth of life? We are all dead in the end? Why taking care of the dishes, care for which clothes for which day, and annoying burden to go through? Where was thought for eternal questions, proofs alien to the whims of the masses? He was the philosopher, but no one would pay heed. Call him an emo, call him stoneage, but nay, never question your assumptions about yourself!

He sighed and tweeted a thought:
“Why am I such a deluded prick?”
An answer came:
“Do you believe in god but also think a lot?”
“...um, ya.”
“There's your problem.”