You're reading this story in the second person. You're wondering what this is about. Upon considering it, you realize it makes sense. A true story told from the second person perspective would have to, logically, describe what the reader is doing. "Well, isn't that clever." you're thinking to yourself. He's writing this story from the "true" second person perspective. How novel.
"So what exactly is the point of this?" you're wondering. Your leg is itchy. Now it's a spot in your lower back. You want to scratch it. You're still reading. You're wondering how long this is going to go on.
You start on the third paragraph. Reading, still reading. "How boring is it to read a story about yourself reading a story?" you're thinking to yourself. You realize it's an irresolvable paradox, but not nearly as interesting as the ones involving time travel and the destruction of the universe. You're mildly surprised at this discovery that paradoxes aren't always as interesting as they are in the science fiction stories after all.
You begin on the fourth paragraph. Out of the corner of your eye, you're scanning how much text there is left to get through before you're done. Seeing it's nearly finished, you decide to continue your reading. Another sentence is finished, and another. You blink at regular intervals.
Finally you reach the last paragraph. It seems shorter than the other ones. You complete your reading, and find the story ultimately unsatisfying.