the wonderful me

I really believe I am the most wonderful human being to ever walk the earth; I mean that. I guess that makes me a real conceited ass, but I don't know anyone else as fully as I know myself, I don't care about the lives of anyone else as much as I care about my own life. I am incredibly self centered. I don't doubt that I'd give my life to save my mother, or my brother, or even a good friend, but I would do it because that's what I believe I ought to do. As much for my own self image as it is for their protection. I am aware of my many, many shortcomings, and yet I don't mind them as much as I mind the shortcomings of others. It all comes down to the fact that I don't know if 'life' is anything more than my own state of consciousness,and if that's really all there is, I am really all there is? I think this might make me a sociopath, good thing I'm too much of a empathetic wuss to ever murder something.