Asshole

I'm a douche bag. I'm smug, self-centered and conceited. There's hardly anything in this world that intrigues or impresses me beyond mild interest. I can find fault in nearly all things and never hesitate to comment about how stupid, gay or misguided they are. I actually said out loud "life is satire of itself" and felt pretty good about it.
So where does this leave me exactly? What is left when there is no joy without self-aware detachment? How should I continue on into a post-sarcastic world?

Firefox just crashed a minute ago and that gave me a moment to consider this. I took it as semi-fateful occurrence wherein I should pause and give thought to whether or not I had a point that I was going to make. I am pretty sure that I didn't really.

So now what? Realizing your own stupid shittiness is half the battle (I'm paraphrasing the old GI Joe cartoon here). What can I do to be more sincere and thoughtful and measured in my approach to life? How do I get past my own boredom with and disdain for damned near everything the world has to offer? Where the hell did that even come from in the first place?

I'm just a white dude from the suburbs, where do I even get off harboring ennui?