X: What drives you?
By: Nothing drives me, but I drive a Volvo and I love it.
X: May I presume from your reply that material things drive you?
Y: No my dear sir! That was only a feeble attempt at jest on my part. My apologies if I failed to amuse you.
X: Ha! Humor me all you want, but answer my question decently
Y: I don’t know why do you still expect any decency from me? *Sigh* let me try. I think my passions drive me. You know when I write I can taste bile and all the nerves in my body are electrified. I am so full of energy, especially when I am writing something good. What drives you by the way?
X: Oh it’s nothing!
Y: Come on! I told you now it’s your turn. Open up!
X: Suffering drives me.
X: well! You asked for it.