He's 22-24, recently graduated (or about to) from a middling college pursuing some humanities degree...

>he's 22-24, recently graduated (or about to) from a middling college pursuing some humanities degree, and harbors ambitions of literary/artistic greatness
>he sees himself as a tortured and isolated figure who cannot integrate with modern society, but thinks he will leave a posthumous legacy
>he is conflicted between a thirst for recognition and praise while disdaining societal benchmarks of success (possibly because he hasn't had many, so >he adopted a defensive sour grapes mentality)
>he reads a decent but not great amount, but has glaring holes in the canon, which he tells himself he will get around to filling one day but likely wont
>he can't decide if he wants to criticize or praise contemporary lit movements, so he adopts an aloof non-committal attitude that he hopes would communicate erudition and insight
most of his opinions are formed from an antagonistic perspective by refuting what the masses believe, and he hopes to differentiate himself with these stances
>he carefully selected a handful of artists to defend, though some arose largely from circumstance and coincidence of things he's happened to read, and will gladly die on those hills and enjoy the glory of martyrdom
>he has a wide interest in "the arts" and will gladly espouse opinions on music, film, philosophy, society, etc., and even some science-related stuff on occasion, but most of it firmly "i dabble"-core
>he epitomized the "everyone whos smarter than me is a pseud, and everyone whos dumber than me is a pleb" mentality

So what if I am, so are you

*slow claps*
*steps out of the shadows*
Heh... not bad, kid. Not bad at all. Your meme, I mean. It's not bad. A good first attempt. It's plenty dank... I can tell it's got some thought behind it... lots of quotable material...
But memeing isn't all sunshine and rainbows, kid. You're skilled... that much I can tell. But do you have what it takes to be a Memester? To join those esteemed meme ranks? To call yourself a member of the Ruseman's Corps? Memeing takes talent, that much is true. But more than that it takes heart. The world-class Memesters - I mean the big guys, like Johnny Hammersticks and Billy Kuahana - they're out there day and night, burning the midnight meme-oil, working tirelessly to craft that next big meme.
And you know what, kid? 99 times out of a hundred, that new meme fails. Someone dismisses it as bait, or says it's "tryhard," or ignores it as they copy/paste the latest shitpost copypasta dreamt up by those sorry excuses for cut-rate memers over at reddit. The Meme Game is rough, kid, and I don't just mean the one you just lost :^). It's a rough business, and for every artisan meme you craft in your meme bakery, some cocksucker at 9gag has a picture of a duck or some shit that a million different Johnny No-Names will attach a milion different captions to. Chin up, kid. Don't get all mopey on me. You've got skill. You've got talent. You just need to show your drive.
See you on the boards...

Hit and miss. I'd recommend being less specific and sticking to broader, barnum statements.

speak for yourself cuck.

>be 25
>live in brooklyn
>studying lit at nyu while working part-time at a library
>dating a qt submissive arts major
>both vegan
>both sensitive
>both suffering from several self-diagnosed personality disorders
>regularly attend readings by local poets and authors
>have met tao lin two times
>take xanax and lean almost every weekend
>about to publish my first novella with a small independent publisher
>wear oversized but formal clothing to represent my ambivalence towards the traditional masculine image
>semi-ironically autistic
>own an iPhone, Macbook, iPad and Kindle
>post on Veeky Forums at least three hours each day
>maintain a post-ironic attitude towards life and inter-personal relationships

>he's 22-24, recently graduated (or about to) from a middling college pursuing some humanities degree,
Nope
>and harbors ambitions of literary/artistic greatness
Nope
>>he sees himself as a tortured and isolated figure who cannot integrate with modern society,
Kinda
>but thinks he will leave a posthumous legacy
nope
>he reads a decent but not great amount
Yep
>but has glaring holes in the canon
Yep
>which he tells himself he will get around to filling one day
Nope
>but likely wont
yep
>he can't decide if he wants to criticize or praise contemporary lit movements, so he adopts an aloof non-committal attitude that he hopes would communicate erudition and insight
Nope
>most of his opinions are formed from an antagonistic perspective by refuting what the masses believe, and he hopes to differentiate himself with these stances
Nope
>>he carefully selected a handful of artists to defend, though some arose largely from circumstance and coincidence of things he's happened to read, and will gladly die on those hills and enjoy the glory of martyrdom
nope
>>he has a wide interest in "the arts" and will gladly espouse opinions on music, film, philosophy, society, etc., and even some science-related stuff on occasion, but most of it firmly "i dabble"-core
Correct, except I more than dabble in music and film
>he epitomized the "everyone whos smarter than me is a pseud, and everyone whos dumber than me is a pleb" mentality
Wrong

Should I kill myself?

First of all, you did not even greentext your shit OP properly.
Second of all, everyone here has read that same wall of text at least 10 times before.
Thirdly,
>you're neither this nor that, and that makes you defensive and discontent
damn, riveting analysis right there faggot.
Fourth, at least half of that doesn't even apply to me and most of Veeky Forums.

If you have to ask

>going to nyu
pleb.

I literally can't express how much better my life has been since I attended Oxford. I went to a state school and gradually became the stereotypical moody, withdrawn sensitive type who both despises the quality of his immediate culture and feels a weird pride for having been raised in a sort of anti-intellectual and brutal environment. I was all set to take my Russell Group humanities BA and spend my life working as an anonymous, insecure wageslave forever thankful of being offered a job and forever too insecure to pursue my creative ambitions. The chip on my shoulder had become something of a wedge, and I felt too out of place regardless of my environment, too resentful and bitter to even attempt to make it in the artistic world. Then I finally applied for Oxford and got in to study an English MA, with reassurance that should I work hard enough a career in academia or within one of Oxford's affiliated companies would be almost guaranteed. I turned up as apprehensive as usual, and the first few days were spent regretting my decision and desperately feigning a cultured personality. But then I realized that the people there were just interesting and that the snobbery and exclusivity I had anticipated was just a myth borne out of my working class upbringing. I've since graduated, having spend the year dining in grand halls with groups of interesting people, dating several girls (one of whom, a petite Russian whose family traces back to the aristocracy, is now my fiancee). I work four days a week at a publishing company and earn £38k a year. I regularly meet up with friends from my college and visit Oxford for nights out and for meetings with my professors. The Martin Eden-esque novel I have been writing for two years has been selected for publication at a major British publishing house and, honestly, I could not have imagined a few years ago how great life could be. I come on Veeky Forums and see how pathetic you all are and just shake my head and chuckle. If I saw you guys on the street I would of course throw you a penny or discuss Bukowski or whatever "realist" writers you enjoy, but ultimately I would be able to tell within ten seconds if you're an Oxbridge grad and would dismiss you as a potential source of good company if you are not. I never thought I'd know what it was like to be objectively better than somebody else, for the value of my existence to be superior to the value of a stranger's, but now I do and I've never been happier. People are awed by power and prestige. All I need to do is mention the university I attended (if only for a year) and they immediately begin to hunch and look at their feet because they know they are in the presence of greatness.

touched a nerve?