All these people driving into work, stuck in traffic and cursing racial slurs, crapping their backs over filing legal reports in small office cubicles only to return home, splurge on various centres of satisfaction just enough to get them to do it the next day.
For the most part, these people never go "Why?". Their life is not a tragedy.
But you did, you asked...
Why do I go to work?
—So I can get money for that pretty dress.
Why do you want that?
—So I can look nice.
Why do you want that?
—So I can impress this boy that I like.
Why do you wanna impress him?
—Because I think there's a possibility to fall in love with him.
Why do you wanna fall in love?
—Because then I will be happy.
Why do you wanna be happy?
—Uhm, because it feels good.
Why does it matter if you feel good?
—It's better than feeling bad.
Why does it feel better?
—It... just does?
You saw that there was a logical fallacy in anything you did that eventually you reach a point where you go "What is the point?"
