/lit/ - Literature

>spent the entire day browsing the internet, watching football, and binging on junk food (see picrelated)
>went jogging but that was before the binge so I am not feeling on the up
>didn't go in to central London because I saw too many Staceys and it was demoralising

How the FUCK can I motivate myself to do anything productive in my free time? I feel cucked no matter what I do. I know I have life on hard mode because I am an ugly male. Going outside and seeing Staceys everywhere is demoralising because they see me as an ugly freak.

I already lift weights. Even when I could squat 190 kg I didn't find enlightenment or whatever low IQ people say lifting does.

Ultimately the blackpill is right. Looks are everything. I'll let you extrapolate from there rather than say anything more.

I simply can't motivate myself to work hard when people go straight from private school to Oxbridge to £70k jobs in law / high finance / medicine or whatever, usually by the age of 21. The entire working world is just normies in normie filled institutions who get everything handed to them based on their levels of extroversion and normieness. My ability to pass job interviews is HORRENDOUS. For me to even have a white collar job is a miracle.

Reading books isn't very fun anymore. It feels like a consumercuck activity. I feel like there are multiple things I have to learn before I can do things of actual value.

I currently have a full time job that miraculously requires no work or time at the office. I get paid for doing nothing and I currently go in on 2 days a week to check my emails. But I am still unhappy. I am going to start a more prestigious looking and higher paid (but not well paid) job later this year that will require me to actually work and be in the office from 9 to 5. This will be a prison sentence. When I stayed at the office from 9-5 I found it hellish. Wagecuckery is life draining. And avoiding junk food and (sleep ruining coffee) while wagecucking requires the willpower of a zen monk.

Life really is passing me by. I remember telling myself in 2015, "Just one month of messing about and then I'll work hard on stuff". And the procrastination continues. Currently my main hobby (for over a year) is walking around in central London, feeling sad about life, drinking coffee, browsing the internet on my phone, and hoping my 20s spontaneously stop feeling wasted because I'm "jus going outside bro!". I am 27 and I can see that life is practically over. I haven't had friends or social experiences since school and no female attention ever. I have a degree in a subject I had no interest in. I am now old enough to feel jealousy when I see young people.

I'm currently eating picrelated. I'll post the complaints about my life later