When I was 14, I was asked what I would want as my epitaph. The best I could come up with, after a few minutes of serious thought, was "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Twenty years later, that's still the best I can explain about why I do anything.
That's the evil little app. And her former owner, who gets bored and trades horses about every 6 months. Nice guy, but not a great rider and totally obsessed with winning a plastic cup at our dinky little local shows. Shrug!