/lit/ - Literature

Books about the utter absurdity of it all?
I've read The Stranger and Sisyphus

>woke up
>check my bank account; got paid; got paid literally £200 more than expected (there have been 5 separate occasions in the past month which have ended up with me gaining unexpected hundreds)
>get in to work kind of early
>go through lots of emails, most of them to be ignored
>do some work, finish a substantial bit, have nothing left to do at around noon
>go for one of my patented long lunches, with a crappy watery Starboocks coffee and internet browsing with little substance because I spent the morning and previous evening browsing the internet
>had zero supermarket sandwich cravings at lunch time
>Staceys rampant; felt sad
>get back to work; little to do
>leave well before 5 pm, in to the hot and sunny day
>get home; somehow felt no junk food cravings; planned to go jogging for the first time in a few months
>spend an hour online, procrastinating the jogging
>actually go jogging; have to jog past literally reams of young hip 20s professionals, loving life, enjoying their Friday evening, drinking
>jogging goes fine; thought it would be horrendous but I'm 12 kg off peak fatness, when it was excruciating (but still fat)
>get back to flat, feel good, eat, waste time on internet, drink lots of pepsi max, now lying in bed at 10:56 pm

There's a classic shitpost by me a few years ago where I went jogging in the evening and wore contact lenses and felt so sad at seeing the young people. Now I feel very little, practically nothing.

The bluepilled person thinks that avoiding drinking and drugs is a good thing. The red pilled person knows that the people on the night out are forging connections and will all have much easier lives than me (moreso) as a result.

I'm reading a book on my phone that's an intro to the Greeks. Even secondary literature about Aristotle is excruciatingly boring.

>wake up
>have enough time to go jogging but don't want to go before I have a shit and by the time that comes the time is gone
>get to work
>have my third 2 to 3 hour meeting of the week with similar people all the time
>starting to realise that people know I'm the office beta and they kind of laugh at me when they talk to me; whatever, less guilt for me when I leave early or arrive late
>have realised that my boss has subtly been telling me that I don't need to sit near him any more; realise also that I've been taking up space in the area where all the managers sit and they probably complained about me sitting there behind my back; nvm, I can sit far away from them now and feel like I'm under less scrutiny
>go to lunch
>walk down busy street in the really hot and sunny weather
>walk down street, looking for a coffee shop with one of the window seats free
>end up walking up and down the street and it felt like one of those video games where you initially see the huge world but then realised its limitations
>go back to work
>a guy my age or younger comes in to my office and talks with one of the managers in that really contrived businessy way and I am shocked that someone can act in such a contrived manner
>go home
>had intended to go jogging straight after work but I went and bought last binge ever food and ate most of that instead
>realised the trigger for my binge is currently the idea of an evening with nothing fulfilling to do
>threw away all of it, including the pepsi max, though I'll buy more of that when I go back home; diet cola type drinks are acceptable
>go for my customary long walk
>now drinking coffee
>will go back home, maybe read, maybe watch qt with pol, go to sleep, have to be arnwork early tomorrow (9 am) so I will have to jog after work

Normies are so contrived. Stirner and catcher in the rye literally nuked my brain.

At least I didn't have supermarket sandwiches at lunch time.

At least I'm moving departments in November.

>wake up
>go to shop at around 8.30 am to buy milk and it was demoralising seeing so many office Staceys on their way to their sinecures
>go to work and arrive after 5 pm
>do work
>go for lunch
>have my patented 2 hour long lunch break
>cave in and have two supermarket sandwiches after intending not to eat until the evening, to make up for yesterday's binge
>go back to work; realise that a Stacey is nearby in the office but I literally give no fucks- am I already in hopeless middle age?
>leave work well before 5 pm
>see emails on way out of work and find out I have been paid £700 for something I had completely forgotten about lol
>buy binge food on the way home and have one last binge instead of going to gym straight after work as I planned
>waste time on internet
>intended to go to gym in evening but decide to skip it today and get a lot of sleep and eat nothing until tomorrow evening

I'm rich bros. In two weeks I'll have a cheeky £1k savings cushion in the bank.

>wake up early because I went to sleep early after trying to read the last 50 pages of a boring 230 page mid 20th century novel (supposedly the author's best book); won't finish it for even the minor pseud cred
>waste 45 minutes lying in bed, browsing internet on phone
>go to gym
>do light cardio
>go to work and get in a bit later than usual but no worries
>do boring office job; barely anything to do today
>boss is travelling today so he isn't here to judge me socially
>think the Oxford guy I met a while ago isn't as high ranked as I thought; I may have a better job than him in November if I move departments
>already knew that a theoretical 28 year old could easily be 2 to 3 rungs higher than me because I'm an ugly sperg who couldn't pass interviews to get a good job straight after university; seeing people in the flesh makes my failure more palpable
>have supermarket sandwich and coffee at lunch
>hear guy asking homeless guy for directions; think of a good GigaChad post ("Why yes, I do have deep discussions with homeless drug addicts about the local historical and culinary landmarks before leaving them in the dirt without giving any change! Pray tell, what inspired this clairvoyance?") and spend a few hours after lunch smiling to myself when I think how good of a topic it would be
>leave before 5 pm
>will now go and have a mini binge at home but have genuinely no clue what to do this evening

I was sitting in the office and I thought back to a few days earlier this year, when I thought I'd be in my home town all summer (but I knew I had a London job in November, so no career pressure). It was a hot and sunny day. I went to a job interview in my car in the morning. I had a job centre appointment a few hours later so I just sat in the car and had a burger king coffee and browsed 4chan on my phone. I felt this incredible freedom. The second day was kind of similar but I had an interview for a part time job and after I left the building at mid-day on a weekday, I was at my car in an edge of town car park, the type you'd stop at if you were on a long journey. I had the entire day to do what I wanted but I felt so aimless.

>wake up
>waste a few hours on internet
>go to gym and lift heavy weights
>watch french open final while eating lots of pasta and corn flakes
>tennis result was crushingly inevitable and after 15 years of Federer on top, he could be toppled soon
>went outside to drink coffee and browse internet on phone and feel sad about life; currently doing that
>will go back to flat to watch /elite/ football

Welp, that's my weekend gone in a flash. And tomorrow at work I have to be in a two hour long meeting at 9 am so I have to be there early. I'll be sitting there like a spare part, mostly.

>wake up
>drink coffee, browse internet
>do some chores
>drive outside, drink Starboocks while reading a new nonfiction book (pop-philisophy / pop-futurism)
>finish the book and received some pseud cred but not much
>the book was a globalist primer on current events aimed at very ignorant normies; though it did have some good parts but couldn't go very deep
>am about to have a burger king binge (my last binge ever) and then go home

I am not feeling so bad today, for some reason.

At some point in the next month I'll have to casually ask my parents to deposit £2000+ in to my bank account. It's kind of beyond parody how little they nag me or out me under pressure.

I am worried that I am a mind attached to an NPC, with no control. I am looking back at my youth and previous years and even a few months ago. At school I was always one of the smartest kids. I always did well at my favourite subjects. But, apart from videogames, I had no long term hobbies. I got bored of video games at around the age of 19-21. I started reading at around 17, when I could buy books online, and read a lot, but mainly fiction. There was no great intellectual awakening or ambitions. I remember being young and watching a video of Dawkins dabbing on religion (mid-00s, so it was cutting edge edginess). I thought he was right, but put no more thought in to it.

I chose a degree I ended up hating, so I have never done anything intellectually edifying. I went to my nearest college, not the most prestigious possible, so I threw away some potential.

After a lot of reading and internet browsing, I ascended to a state where I can put intellectual figures currents in to a very vague but wide context. When I was 18 I could not have told you who Kant, Aristotle, or Descartes were; what Napoleon roughly did and when; and all sorts of other stuff.

On the one hand, I have put a lot of effort in to ascending above my crappy comprehensive school and bog standard STEM at uni beginnings. On the other, do those beginnings fuck me over?

And what worries me more is my inability to put sustained effort in to anything without an external authority making me do it.

[Will continue after my Burger King binge. This post is taking longer than expected]

>wake up
>drink coffee and browse internet
>go outside
>go to library (always makes me feel like a natural loser)
>borrow a few books (if you saw them, you'd say I was a fedora pseud but I was kind of embarrassed so I'm not one) (pop-philosophy, pop-economics, autist-phil)
>sit in car and read a book (pop history) while drinking starboocks at eets pyoorest (pop-coffee)
>saw a young chad and stacey park near me with the same car
>buy chocolate and sweets to get my spirits up (minstrels are /ourchocolate/)
>go to supermarket to buy a few things and feel like a member of society
>was around 6:30 pm and there was still a lot of daylight left but the day feels so sterile and pointless, after all I've done is mere consumercuckoldry
>now at home and plan to go to gym later (I'm currently thinking of delaying this) (I've decided to delay this for tomorrow)

At least I didn't pay for a parking ticket, so I can't be a total balls-less cuck.

I am hoping that on Tuesday I will start actually doing stuff.

It's ironic that I created the consumercuck-producerbull dichotomy (not my idea but the labels are pretty damn good and put the idea in to a new light) but I can't bring myself to be a producerbull. Books are pure consumercuckoldry. Dumb shit for the masses. If I had any balls, I'd return two out of the three books I borrowed today because they are pop-shit.

I'm currently listening to Blink 182 because anyone who doesn't live in California in the early 00s / late 90s and live the slacker clichéd Murrikan college / high school life from movies / pop punk music videos is subhuman.

>woke up
>drank coffee, browsed internet
>went to retailcuck job interview
>went driving around but didn't go walking
>drank Starboocks in car as I read 44 pages of the boring long winded pseudy book (only 180 pages left)
>decided to have one last one last binge at burger king (planned to eat nothing all day but nvm)
>now plan to go home and watch a movie but not sure what

I could be back in London sooner than you think.

>>10620873
Use this gif anon.

Can anyone tell me if any of these books are good? https://www.goodreads.com/list/show/98372.Magical_Engineering
Daniel black was the first series I read where they duplicated modern weapons with magic. And I want more. Any suggestions?

>tfw my name is Reed
>tfw I like to read

>>8913591
>reducing the space race to dicks

>>8905319

Are you a cute girl?

THERE IS NO CATHARSIS

>>8873143
This is the best timeline.

>>8784843
>>8784849
First I thought it was a comedy, then I saw it's use to get sexual acts under the radar.

10/10

I really don't know if stranger in a strange land is sci-fi or fantasy.

Sci-fi because of Mars, future, solar bodies as property, and space travel.

Fantasy because of all the fucking abilities.

What is it?