Why?
Once upon a time, I had a job I loved... a nice apartment...furniture...I took regular scuba diving vacations...my bank account had money in it...I went to nightclubs, took Ecstasy and danced on tables til dawn with glamorous people...and I gave it up to live with 5 roommates, take out $25,000 in loans, and slave for egocentric asshole professors. Why people? Why? And WHYYYY am I going back for more? I could be living in Dhaka right now with five servants, drinking cocktails with the US ambassador by my swimming pool...WHYYYYYYYYY?