You know the well known term, ‘post-nut clairty’? In simple terms, after a guy finishes from sex, he supposedly finds his one-night-stand ugly. That’s how I’d describe leaving university, I was enjoying it, literally having the time of my life. Then I reached the climax (graduating), and now I find post-uni life ‘ugly’.
I can’t help but reminisce on the past, I physically cannot bare to look at the present.
I ‘graduated’ from university months ago. So, I’m not going to sugar coat post-uni life, I’d be lying to myself and everyone reading this. I’ve seen countless pieces trying to be positive about it, and it’s just not that.
I spent the last three years, 1,095 days, and 262,80 hours as a university student. These were, hand on heart, the BEST years of my life. Each day I had a purpose, I’d wake up, head to lectures and seminars, work, study, and spend quality time with my friends. Of course, the first half sounds dire, but to me, that was something I really was passionate about - waking up each day and putting all my efforts into learning a subject I love.
There’s nothing bad about growing up. I am getting closer and closer to a point in my adulthood where everything is slowly becoming level and balanced. It’s not sounding too exciting to you, but trust me.