>tfw beautiful, breeze Spring day here at the University of Oxford
>woke up early and went for a jog along the water and around the park
>tfw showered and drank a small cup of espresso and ate a banana and put on a pair of pleated cotton trousers, fitted shirt and long black overcoat
>decided to put some styling wax in my hair and was pleased with the result, which lent an air of ruggedness to my otherwise intellectual and small-c conservative aesthetic
>tfw walked along along the ancient streets past countless historic, architectually awe-inspiring buildings preserved for and by those who are worthy of attending the University of Oxford
>tfw felt very lonely not only due to my almost peerless intellect and the sense of detachment it causes but also by the sight of romantic couples who I could tell by their look and accents were privately educated and are from wealthy, genetically profound families with the connections and outlook which almost guarantees a life of success and enjoyment
>tfw the usual handful of Asian female tourists smiled at me, probably viewing me as an embodiment of the Harry Potter-esque gentleman they yearn for, but their attention brought no pleasure at all
>walked back to my room
>tfw saw a couple approaching and instinctively my heart started beating rapidly
>it was my former hopefully-soon-to-be privately educated (~£36,000 fees excluding additional costs), elite, English Rose, cute, genetically distinct, refined girlfriend, who was holding hands with her boyfriend
>tfw he obviously didn't recognize me but she saw me and looked at me wide-eyed as if curious about my reaction to seeing them
>tfw she was as cute as ever, her pale cheeks a little red and her big eyes glistening and her hair as beautiful as ever
>tfw I very briefly looked into her eyes with all the intensity of suppressed rage, hurt and passion I could muster
>tfw she raised her eyebrows then frowned and her boyfriend stared at me as I passed with barely concealed contempt
>tfw didn't look back after passing and returned to my room to pace back and forth my room like a tortured working class John Osborne-tier intellectual struggling in an upper class environment
>tfw have been lying on my back on my bed since listening to a Mark Kozelek / Sun Kil moon playlist
>simply can't muster the focus to read a single page today
Truly a disheartening day today. I realize now that having been acquainted with a girl from the upper class who expressed romantic curiosity / attraction towards me I will struggle to ever "settle" (as I currently perceive it) for a girl of lesser extraction. She truly is the most beautiful girl I am ever likely to meet.
How is your Sunday shaping up /lit/? What are you reading?