/lit/ - Literature

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>unironically watching oprah for dudes

>democracy doesn't work because a majority of people are stupid

is this true?

>get email one late Friday afternoon at my boring job in Westminster
>come for an assessment centre for a sales and trading job at [bulge bracket bank] in one week, answer by end of Monday!
>excited as fuck
>walk back in to tube station feeling like a million pounds (picture big Ben, houses of parliament, and stop Brexit man in the background; my job looked good on a CV but was boring as fuck)
>be next Friday
>leave my workplace at noon (I never had any work lol)
>have a coffee at Waterloo station
>go to assessment centre that consisted of 5 interviews or task for an internship at front office investment banking
>go to a canary wharf skyscraper in area surrounded by upper class attractive people at their prestigious jobs
>the other British candidates are all posher than me, typical assessment centre; everyone is an ubernormie compared to me
>literally fucking nail it all, do well on all tasks and interviews
>was on a Friday, got told I'd get results on Monday
>go down the large canary wharf underground station gates
>walk back to my workplace at 6 pm in the dark, feeling tired as hell but I had work to do (rare occasion)
>load laptop at empty workplace, find out the work was cancelled
>go back to flat
>nervous weekend, walk around London feeling sad as usual, but hopeful
>go running on Monday morning
>get back to flat, sweaty as fuck
>check my phone, straining a bit because I'm not wearing my glasses
>get the bog fucking standard rejection email
>ask them for feedback
>get phoned by disinterested HR roastie few weeks later
>feedback on every task was either you did well or, you did well but there was no "connection" (with the managing directors, I think it was)

I binged last night on Ben and Jerry's cookie sandwich ice cream, plus a few other things. Maybe that was the last binge ever but I say that everyday. I woke up this morning after dreaming that I was in the last day of school (I'm 27).

I applied today for a graduate job which I've been to interview for 3 times previously in their prestigious London location (not a high paying job, but prestigious). Failing each time, of course, because I'm an ugly autist. I also applied for a job that's actually related to my technical major but I have forgotten everything in my degree and hated it at the time.

My part time job (in addition to my zero work full time job) paid me over £200 but I barely have more than two weeks ago in my bank account because I am a millennial who wants to live like he's in a movie. I just paid £3 for a coffee.

I didn't exercise yesterday but I will go jogging today and will probably lift more than I have for well over a year tomorrow (for the 4th time in a row).

I am reading a philosophy book and I think the guy is just labelling things, even though it's interesting.

Londonfrog here. I am currently lying in bed and I can see one of the few mirrors which I don't look horrific in when I look at it. Though if I took a picture of myself in it, I'd think I look horrific, of course.

I always say I am ugly and it is true. But I'm looking in this mirror and it makes me so sad to know that this, at 27, is my prime. Youth is really everything. EVERYTHING. My skin is so smooth. My diet has been laughably shit for years but my teeth are fine. My hairline is great.

But of course I'm still an ugly friendless loser who has ever had attention from women ever. And I have 50 years of decay to face, after only a few more years of humanity.

I see young people when I go outside and now that university students are much younger than me, I realise that they are society's gods.