Table hats and a cape

As of the 20th of April, I am officially a University Graduate. How do I feel? Intellectually superior? Overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment? Nostalgic for all those brain cells lost over the course of a three-year binge drinking session disguised as a degree? Not particularly. Considering the actual completion of my degree occurred close to 6 months ago, the graduation ceremony came as somewhat delayed and anti-climactic. Instead of a rousing cry of "finally, it's over!!", the event was far more likely to elicit commets of "that's right, I did go to uni, didn't I?" Then we all sit around in a hall thinking to ourselves that we recognise very few of the people we are graduating alongside of. It serves as pretty damning evidence that I wasn't as social as I could have been. Although there is a high likelihood that I met, and probably high-fived, a large number of these people while slightly (and by that I mean very) intoxicated at the pub and simply have no recollection of them.
As for the ceremony itself, it isn't all that exciting. You sit on a plastic chair for 3 and a half hours slowly developing a hernia, as the hat on your head that may or may not have been fashioned out of a coffee table gets increasingly uncomfortable and your arms succumb to exhaustion from politely applauding people you don't recognise. The novelty certainly wears off after a while. And at the end of it, you emerge with a piece of paper, final evidence of what you've known for 6 months - you are a graduate.

This piece of paper has not changed my situation though. As it was put to me, I am in my 'lull', the period where every single aspect in my life has come to a standstill. Where if things were moving any slower I would be going backwards in time. Is this something that happens in every person's life? I don't know, but I'll certainly tell myself it does to prevent some kind of mental breakdown. So for now I am left with no choice but to attempt to live vicariously through the lives of people I know, much like some kind of obsessive stalker. But what's wrong with a little stalking? Well, according to the law, many things, but I choose to ignore that minor detail.