/lit/ - Literature

>>10522022
I'm from Cambridge and let me guess something. That's your second semester first year undergraduate. Prior to that you've worked your ass off for three years, sacrificing your own family, your health and friendships. You didn't have time establish any genuine connection with any of peers in prime of your life, while other people from your highschool had the best time of their life and the memories made back then will flourish their minds for decades. You did all of that because of a superiority complex mixed with a desperate need for attention and validation. You wanted to become one of these Oxbridge guys that Asian tourist make photos of saying something in their incomprehensible languages. Now you're in. The initial dopamine rush that you got in the first two weeks of Michaelmas ceased. The magic of an ancient city started wearing off in between of making late hours of supervision preparations and essays writing. You barely raise your eyesight anymore while running to lectures. You don't have energy to appreciate genuinely this place. How it can be? You remember how excited you were visiting it as a highschooler. You're disappointed in your peers. You expected debates in elite societies about. You got mostly the same kind of plebs that you despised so hard in the highschool tagging each other under LADbible memes listening to The Weeknd and girls posting photos on instagram with Rupi Kaur's quotes. Formal dinners were fun for first three times. No one is giving you looks for your outfits. For a pair of your Bexley oxfords there is a dozen of guys wearing Crockett&Jones in the same room. For each of your TM Lewin suit that you brought proudly to Oxford there are hundreds from Ede & Ravenscroft here. You're getting depressed. You feel tired all the time. Facebook friends are slowly stopping liking all black tie photos that you're tagged in. But you need validations. So you're posting on 4chan to get some (you)'s from complete strangers and to reassure yourself that it's not that bad and you're still special. You're not, and they're mostly laughing at you.