Binged on McDonalds last night

>binged on McDonalds last night
>wake up at 8 am
>browse internet on phone
>go back to sleep and wake up at 11 am
>browse internet, drink coffee, do chores
>go jogging and it feels good
>go outside to do chores
>used a London bus and it has a screen that shows CCTV; see my ugly self and immediately look away after being crushed by demoralisation
>went for my usual walk in central London; saw qts and Staceys and I felt sad
>listened to a BBC radio 4 podcast called Adulthood and it was license fee subsidised millennials talking about how many tinder dates they had and I realised that everyone is enjoying their youths except me and I felt crushed by demoralisation
>went to library and read part of an entertaining history book and saw about 6 semi classic novels that looked enjoyable so maybe all fiction isn't bad
>go and start drinking Caffe Nero at eets pyoorest
>read news story about 22 year old founder of billion dollar tech startup
>saw two teenage couples and I felt crushed by demoralisation

I wish I had written about the days before I left for London (in my private, intermittent, low detailed, high level diary) when I was walking around my home town and feeling sad. Those were some kino walks.

I made myself a list of stuff to start. But when I separated it in to producerbull and consumercuck stuff, most of it was the latter.

I'm 28. My social life never begun (no friends or social experiences since school, everythingless with women, never been to parties, pubs, clubs). My career has a late start so I will have to decide whether the next 3-5 years will by given up to get in to the midwit managerial class or spent like the past 5 years, waiting for something to come along, enjoying relative freedom, doing the bare minimum in all jobs.

I wish I was motivated by bitterness. I should be, but I prefer to feel nothing and stupify myself with caffeine, junk food, and mindless internet browsing. I am totally incel blackpilled about my hard mode life.

I should emphasise how little the magnitude of my emotion is compared to my sad 2017-18 London walks. The same sadness, just numbed.

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Bonus Yea Forums content: Libraries feel so pathetic and sterile. They are simply yard holding pens.

I remember how I used to have a habit of borrowing 3 semi-classic or semi-revered books and always not enjoying one, finding one ok, and I would always return the final one unread, along with the promise to myself that I'd stop wasting time on books that I didn't really care about.

You should take up knitting, Londonfrog.

Knitting these days is the hobby of roasties who do it half ironically to to affect a twee, 1920s-ish good old days acceptance of femininity, in attempt to attract chads and get social media likes. There is no financial utility in it.

Now that I think if it, reading is maybe the male equivalent, in some respects.

If you get proper wool it saves you on heating bills, layers of clothes, and handmade woollen garments are a sign of peak affluence, especially with the rise of Asia. Just don't buy nylon, and you're basically supporting Wakefield and Bradford single handedly if we don't count women while also potentially halving your heating bill.

Go vegan and go to vegan groups to meet people.

Heating bills xD ;PPPPPPPP tee-hee! So quirky!!!

This is a Londonfrog thread, no Staceys allowed. He's been crushed enough today.

what the fuck is "eets pyoorest" is it some kind of bong coffee chain?

>it has a screen that shows CCTV; see my ugly self and immediately look away after being crushed by demoralisation
iktf all too well
fuck it what's the damn purpose of showing it back to me, do I look like a damn security guard?