Sincerity Allergy

I'm a big fan of replacing sincerity with a healthy dose
of dry irony whenever possible. Sharing feelings with
anyone but my closest friends brings on a kind of
sickness only usually felt when witnessing casual nudity
(people should only be naked for sex and showers).
Lately, however, I have been occasionally feeling a
kind of David Kline-esque appreciation for beautiful
things. My natural instinct is to bludgeon these kinds
of thoughts to death with a hammer but there is just
something about the view from my new flat at night.
I'm sure these feelings will pass and i'll be back to
saying 'totes' in no time. I think I will really like it here.