Talking to the Wall

I didn't get any fucking catharsis at all from groaning and moaning in the Sanitarium for the Mentally Impaired and Would-be Thespians. In fact, I got more annoyed. In the end I once again achieved some self-validation and saw the frivolity and sophistry displayed by others. They could not be that uninformed nor stupid. So the reasons had to be selfishness and sophistry. Dementia praecox could be another factor. Theirs, not mine. I went home, talking to the wall and I felt much better.