When Bob writes about the future it's in sci-fi optimism. Completely magical pie-in-the-sky thinking. I've thought about it, and why he's so fixated on something so remote and not rooted in reality, and it's pretty obvious to me why he's like this. When anyone thinks about the future, there's usually two aspects: the personal and the macro-future. Most of us have some sort of plan for our personal futures. We think about the macro-future, sure, but we don't obsess about it. Certainly not to the exclusion and detriment of our real lives and our real plans. Bob fixates on an unattainable macro-future because Bob is absolutely terrified of his personal future. I'm sure he's just absolutely refusing to think realistically about his personal future because it's so unappealing. Forever alone, no friends. His finances are built on sand. His living arrangements show him being coddled, like an exceptional individual being given the mother-in-law apartment down in the basement. Because he is.
I'm sure Bob has made no concrete plans for his personal future. What will he do when the money drops (it will) or when his job goes away (ditto) or when his twitter gets pulled for something he's said? He refuses to think about it. Narcotizing food and pop ephemera and twitter rage is how Bob avoids thinking about reality. It's compulsive and almost certainly unfixable at this late date. Bob can't handle real life and his real future, and the last decade of his life has been proof of that. His job at Blockbuster Video was almost certainly the high point of Bob's life as far as stability and socialization go, and that was a long time ago. Things could have been very different if he had gotten help as a kid or a teen, but he refused to cooperate and his parents didn't insist. And now here we are.