What was the expected return? I never expected to make much money. I simply wanted my cortex to sprout a second layer. It was supposed to elevate me above mere mortals. After ten years I never sprouted any extra grey matter. But my nut sack did morph into an enormous vagina.
And this development can cause some serious problems when traveling. I can take a vacation just fine. If I stay in a hotel and do the tourist bit, my vag is comfortable. But when I move off of the beaten path and I begin developing relationships with the locals; this is when my new love organ begins to chafe.
Because my overestimation of humanity is my most fatal flaw. People are my infatuation. But I am too quick to grant respect, trust and appreciation. My humanism is embarrassingly vulgar. I will eat the ass of a fried kitten or butcher a live turkey with a butter knife out of respect for different cultures. I am Franz Boas' bitch and Dostoevsky's Idiot.
My cultural relativism has gone too far beyond being an excuse for snacking on illicit plants or fornicating with no strings attached; it has me free-floating in a world where I am even slighty embarrassed to expect the equal treatment of minorities or a fair price at the local market (they deserve to rip me off). This is pathological.