/lit/ - Literature

>be me
>be 27 year old ugly beta loser loner autist with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, never been to a pub, club, or party
>woke up at 10 am on a sunny day
>told myself I'd have no junk food or coffee after yesterday
>feel sad because I have no reason to go outside without coffee and doing that while feeling sad outside and browsing the internet on phone has been my main hobby for 3 years (and gives me a boost in optimism)
>browse internet then start reading a new book while feeling like a consumercuck
>decide not to go in to work
>feel tired because coffee has ruined my sleep almost every day
>sleep at noon for 4 hours while it's sunny through the curtains so I felt like the ultimate waster
>go to gym but it's too busy to get a squat rack so I just do cardio (will have to wake up at 6 am to go to the gym when I work 9 to 5
>leave flat at 6:45 pm to go to the library, drink coffee, eat at McDonalds or burger king, feel less alone, reassess my life, and maybe plan to give up junk food and be productive tomorrow

>be me
>be an ugly beta loser loner autist with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, never been to pub, club, or party, have no passions in life and see everything as work
>wake up at 9 am
>remember binging massively last night and telling myself I would turn the corner today with regard to coffee and binging and not being productive
>decide to have some coffee
>have a cheeky binge (rip my bank account) and my final coffee today
>wasn't really a "cheeky" binge- the "post-Friday and Saturday night low points, aimless Sunday morning, when the museums are closed, and I feel more alone than before and have nothing to do" binge is a well established routine at this point
>currently waiting for the junk food to settle before going to the gym for a shitty tired workout, then going walking, then the final coffee

>wake up at 9 am
>lie in bed and post a few bait topics on 4chan, which get many replies (bait topics that are grounded in truth are by far the best type)
>sunny and comfortable temperature outside
>lie in bed and listen to music, feeling sad because I have no passions or purpose in life
>finally get out of bed at 11 am, clean my room (zero existential benefits) and go jogging
>go to work, arrive at 2.30 pm, check emails, leave immediately
>currently drinking coffee in central London while feeling sad about life
>have so much free time but I'm too sad and demoralised to make use of it
>reading or learning stuff leaves me feeling like a consumercuck
>not reading or learning leaves me feeling like a pleb
>feel guilty for doing everything I do and not doing all the other stuff; feel guilty about the way I do things

Clear skies and 10 degrees weather: Not bad enough to feel deservedly sad. Not hot enough to feel like not being productive is acceptable. It's like the boxer's fake punch, making me flinch every second and realise how empty my life is and how I'm too ugly to enjoy being outside but too lazy and bitter and purposeless to work hard under my own initiative.

>drank coffee in central London while feeling sad about life
>went back to flat and read
>left flat at 9 pm due to boredom and loneliness to get fast food (for the last time ever, no doubt) and drink coffee (for the last time ever)

Such is the plight of an ugly beta male in modern society

>woke up
>went to the gym and coffee ruined sleep too much to lift heavy
>borrowed two history books from the library because atlas shrugged is a bit dull
>go in to central London to drink coffee, walk around, feel sad about life
>drink coffee then walk about and realise I have nothing to do
>it wasn't dark by 3.30 so I still felt like I had to be outside but I had nothing to do
>currently in McDonalds

>be me
>be an ugly beta 27 year blackpilled nofriends loser with no female attention ever, no friends or social experiences since school, never been to pub, club, or party (even through university), and become the loser loner nobody talks to within one day of all my jobs
>currently have full time job in London that miraculously requires almost zero effort or even time at the office
>woke up today
>read Atlas Shrugged but stopped because it was turgid and reading makes me feel like a consumercuck
>eat food while browsing internet
>watch tennis highlights and get a flashback to watching tennis on tv in 2015 during summer and wondering how I wasted so much time
>have been telling myself, "Tomorrow I'll work hard and stop having coffee and junk food" for over 3 years
>go through parts of an applied maths textbooks to stop feeling that I am a dumb pleb and I have no productive hobbies
>go to gym but I'm took weak due to lift heavy weights due to bad sleep
>don't even lift weights, just use the rowing machine because the squat racks are being used
>suddenly worry that when I get a full time job that requires me to actually turn up at 9 am, I'll have to attend the gym at 6 am or else it's too crowded
>worry when I'm showering that I'll need to act like an efficient robot during all my chores when I work 9-5 or else I'll have no life
>left flat at 5 pm to walk around central London and browse the internet on my phone while drinking coffee
>do nothing but ride the underground while seeing tourists loving their easy fun lives
>now drinking coffee and feeling sad about life

>be me
>be an ugly beta 27 year blackpilled nofriends loser
>woke up
>read Atlas Shrugged until 1 pm like a consumercuck
>stretch instead of doing any other exercise (haven't had junk food for 6 days)
>eat food
>left flat at 3 pm to walk around central London and browse the internet on my phone while drinking coffee
>daylight at 3 pm so feel like I have to go sightseeing but I know I'd feel sad anyway
>almost decide to ride the tube around but go walking and wonder whether I have no free will and I'm walking to burn calories because I didn't exercise
>walk around and through Hyde Park, seeing swans and Chad and Stacey couples (never had female attention ever)
>walk through Knightsbridge and Sloane Square
>feel like such a loser to be walking around
>have less than £30 in bank account, enough money until I get paid but still feel bad
>wonder why rich people choose to work instead of sightseeing London for many months like I have
>realise my job requires me to do almost nothing
>walk through streets with designer shops and feel bad I can't afford stuff I don't care about
>go and walk around city of London, which is almost empty and has everything shut
>had no social experiences since school - never even been to pub, club, or party
>walk around Notting hill gate, which is filled with tourists and hipsters loving their easy fun lives
>now drinking coffee and feeling sad about life
>have no productive hobbies
>have to prepare for job interview for better version of my current job- have had almost 2 months to revise the mathematical concepts and procrastinated until now
>wish I could I inside all day and work hard on programming, reading, learning but I walk around outside hoping my youth will spontaneously stop feeling wasted (done this for past 3 years, sometimes driving instead of walking, to no avail)

>valuing prose and obfuscation over story and themes to be 'artistic'
The absolute state of literature after the 19th century. It just shows most of the revered figures of the 20th century, that you faggots wank over, are a bunch of peacocks with nothing left to say.

>wake up at 8.30 am
>browse internet on phone then read brideshead revisited
>go to gym
>go to full time job and leave after 20 minutes because I have nothing to do
>go to drink coffee in central London but realised I have less money in my bank account than I thought so decide to go home
>teenage boy and girl talking loudly on the underground train which triggered me because women are disgusted by me
>get home and eat and browse internet
>go through an engineering maths textbook but realise going through entire chapters is pointless and I have no motivation
>leave flat and am currently drinking coffee in central London in a place much less busy than daytime

I'm just so low energy and demotivated. I will never get friends. I will never get a gf. I will never have a successful career when you have to be an ubernormie in the working world. I wish I could be productive when I get home after work but my motivation is dead.

>be me
>be an ugly beta 27 year old male with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, never been to pub, club or party
>too ugly and not normie enough to pass job interviews for better jobs
>become the ugly loser loner nobody talks to within one day of all my jobs

>wake up at 9 am
>go to gym
>go in to central London and walk around a bit
>now drinking coffee at 2 pm and had no idea what to do
>went back to flat and ate and read a book a bit like a good little consumerwhore
>go in to central London to drink coffee and feel less alone and feel sad about life
>now drinking coffee again and plan to maybe binge when I get home and tell myself no more junk food or coffee after today

>be an ugly beta 27 year old with no passions, no friends, no female attention ever, never been to pub, club, or party
>have full time job that miraculously requires zero work
>terrified about 9-5 soul sucking careers
>feel pressured to do lots of stuff in my free time for pseud cred- waste all my time on the internet instead

>wake up and browse internet on phone for an hour
>read 40 pages of a book about Romans (currently on Augustus and Tiberius) and have the worthlessness of morality reinforced in my head
>go to the gym
>now 2 pm and going in to central London to drink coffee, walk around feeling sad about life, and I don't know what else
>last Saturday I used a bus and was at Westfield shopping centre (Staceytopia) and that likely can't be topped
>will call parents to talk to them and soften them up for next week when my binging causes me to run out of money
>told myself yesterday's binge was my last but feel like going to McDonalds
>wrote a quite good "state of my life" greentext last night and posted it on multiple boards
>had the epiphany that maybe if I start reading two more books and starting two MOOCs and a few other things it would motivate me to do productive things
>realised the epiphany was stupid and the few things I'm procrastinating now should be focused on
>feeling tortured over process and my productivity is part of my everythingstential crisis

Is there any bigger pacifier of middle class minds than books? Why the fuck are corporate approved and distributed, one way information sharing mechanisms seen as symbols of open mindedness?

>a 130 lbs bald glasses wearing 5'9" male appears
>"My brethren, WRESTLE with the Ancients! GRAPPLE with their works of genius! Go on LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH with Plato and his disciples!"
>a healthy 6'2" male appears
>"Ok. Now that I've done that I have a question. Why does Socrates act like a sceptic in the passages leading to his death but at other times he pulls random beliefs out of nowhere or with awful logic? In addition I-"
>the bald male emits a piercing screech
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP QUESTIONING THE GREAT THINKERS! EINSTEIN WAS A FOOTNOTE TO PLATO! LOOK AT THIS QUOTE WHERE HE PRAISES RELIGION! STOP ASKING QUESTIONS! JUST PRAISE THEM!"