Memoirs of the insecure. Written in Hemingway-esque prose.
Actually, it's not bad.
The only one I sort of take issue with is the bit about ambition. Not that I want to be a cubicle monkey for 30 years, but my ambitions (not that they aren't stalled right now) don't necessarily require me to be wealthy. Granted, I don't think there is any dignity in being poor.
A man cares about things, and hasn't drunk the kool aid of he who cares the least is the coolest.
I like this one in particular. Granted, we probably care about different things.