You go here cuz u had no choice and your probz got rejected from Newcastle .
Full of bushras but some decent ppl. And you tell ppl Emile sandé is your vice chancellor even tho no one knows who she is .

Briefly, "the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own." Originally from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which has a lot more beautiful neologism definitions like this you might enjoy.