Main character is an ugly 26 year old with awful social skills who recently moved to London and a small flat to work in...

>main character is an ugly 26 year old with awful social skills who recently moved to London and a small flat to work in an outwardly respectable job that in reality requires almost zero effort or thought
>his main hobby is walking around, riding the tube, drinking coffee, browsing an anarchic and mysterious website on his phone that induces voices in his head, eating junk food, admiring all the women who he knows have sex with ten alpha males a day, and feeling sad about his life in general and his unfulfilled desires and lack of desires; he does this to feel less alone
>he has never had any attention from the opposite sex; he hasn't had a social life or social experiences for almost a decade; he had neither the desire or financial means to continue paying for escorts
>he fully comprehends the easiness of womens' lives and the humiliating and disposable nature of the bottom 80 % of men on the social hierarchy
>he has told himself that this weekend will be his final one with copious coffee or junk food- mainly for the financial and practical benefits rather than the existential
>he started his Saturday by doing some chores, drinking coffee in his favourite train stations, and briefly going to the science museum before leaving it within a few minutes due to it being too "Reddit"
>he reads a newspaper on the tube advertising the oversubscription of a pro-open borders charity concert set up in the aftermath of a terrorist attacks by social media assembled terrorists
>he is currently walking and sitting in Hyde Park on a hot and sunny day that intensifies his feelings of worthlessness among all the attractive and happy people
>he has discarded all life philosophies as coping mechanisms and clings to his disgust and jealousy
>his banal weekend will most likely culminate in an obviously contrived and desperate coffee fueled epiphany before the main character and reader both remain uncertain as to his future; it is hinted that nothing changes

>still caring about the 3D world

>tfw literally sat in a park in london reading this now, having spent the morning doing nothing and eventually went out on my bike because so bored
>On a cut but almost everything to do in london revolves around food
>Also not drinking alcohol for a month or two so the other half of social activities are out
>Have no real interest in the election, don't find museums very interesting any more, no interest in buying things and don't want to just spend money on junk because it's something to do
>Just sitting in a park browsing Veeky Forums and counting down the hours til i can go to the gym
Are you literally me OP? Reading this at this exact moment felt very strange indeed.

who /eastlondon/ here

here, i live in southwark atm, used to live in whitechapel though

My condolences on living in London, did it for half a year and boy am I glab it's over.
So what do you do?
For a guy with such a vocabulary you sure have an uninspired view on life.

Nope I'm not a Paki. I'm not far away although I don't live in brown London but white Essex.

Is this Houellebecq?

Mastercounty /KENT here, enjoy breathing in the London fumes across the river Essex pleb

Also OP, As soon as you greentexted main character, you lost all my respect. Sort your life out before it's too late

Isn't Kent Pikey central? I went to Canterbury and it''s full of chavs and pikeys.