I had a friend who was trying her best to do what THEY wanted her to do by pious-sneering. Her and I were best friends and I knew her very well, so I was surprised when they wanted her to do a blow smoke up everyone's ass experience at the circus ass-em-bleed. The experience she gave must have been of another person entirely; she related how it was tough but she was getting by with jayhoovers help and didn't regret her decision to go into full time service because she was the happiest she'd ever been.
Complete lies!
Her mother is literally crazy, her father is a lazy fat-ass abuser and her sister had just recently divorced the conned-green-nation pedophile who sexually abused her (BTW the cong sided with the pedophile and told anyone involved to shut the hell up), she also had no car, no real place to live and no income so she never knew if she was going to have something to eat that day or have a roof over her head that night.
Was she happy? Hell no! She was miserable and said so all the time!
She later admitted to me that they only chose her, and let her give an experience, because she was willing to spruce up her story and put on happy face while doing it.