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wtf is going on ere m8
>finished retailuck job shift at 9.30 pm yesterday
>had to start at 9 am today for a 9.5 hour shift
>slept for only 6 hours and turned up almost 15 minutes late
>become so fucking bored almost immediately because the job is so menial and repetitive
>take my 1 hour break, plus 40 minutes of unauthorised break, and still have over half the shift left
>doing menial retailcuck stuff; feeling so low energy
>won't be able to buy binge food for tonight because shops will close
>saw a 6'4" GigaChad who made me feel subhuman; he was literally the mogginator, with perfect face, frame, etc
>saw a former Stacey who made fun of me at school
>currently taking a second 30 minute unauthorised break
I'm a 28 year old ugly beta meek charismaless loser with no friends or social experiences since school, no female attention ever, and I've never been to a pub, club, or party, despite going through university.
I will start a respectabe and kind of prestigious job in London later in 2019, though it's not high paid. I have failed over 50 graduate job interviews over the years, due to ugliness, autism, etc.
For the past 5 full years my everythingstential crisis has intensified so much. I waste all my free time on the internet instead of learning programming, maths, and other stuff. I binge on junk food and coffee almost every day.
I lived in London in the past and had a job which looked good on my resume and required almost no work. I didn't even have to turn up to the office on most days by the end. The experience was wasted. I spent my free time walking around London, feeling sad about life.
I go to the gym but lifting changes nothing (it's all about the face). I read books but it feels like work if it's a boring classic, like mindless consumercuckoldry if it's enjoyable.
The only good thing about my recent years have been freedom. Working 9-5 crushes me mentally. When I actually stayed in the London office, plus the rush hour commute, plus boring life chores, I felt imprisoned.
I guess I'm a beast then.
solitude in the 19th century didnt mean sitting on Jow Forums speaking on 8 threads at once with friend simulators on youtube open.
genuine solitude=turn it all off.
youve got no fans, yer playing shit, ye got no ground, yere a load of wankers
> ascensionoftheübermensch.webm
Helping an overweight cow so it can graze on the higher leafs.
>good on my resume and required almost no work
what job is that?
and if you don't like the book, don't read it. there is no point trying to learn what is for the most part useless knowledge if you don't like it or find it interesting