

This happened while I was volunteering on an inpatient ward before going to graduate school. They had just admitted this guy in a manic state, and had apparently convinced him to accept the admission by telling him the ward was “like a Best Western motel.” Every Thursday, we had a ward meeting, which includes everyone on the ward—staff and patients alike. Well, this guy had just been admitted the night before and proceeds to absolutely dominate the entire meeting, because he’d made a very long mental list of all the specific ways in which the ward was not like a Best Western. He eventually had to be escorted out of the meeting because he wouldn’t let anyone else speak.
I couldn’t laugh at the time, but it was hysterical.









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