Rocks In The Head

517 and I went over to the Smallish State Rock Gym earlier tonight, which reminded me that I do not know how to climb rock. Nonetheless, we had a good time.

There was a young fellow in there for about half an hour talking incessently, and fairly loudly, on a cell phone headset. He had thick, dark hair so the headset wasn't very noticeable, and he appeared to be talking to himself. And while talking, he traversed walls, did boulder problems, jumped on the mats, roamed around making strange stretching motions, batted at dangling ropes, tugged at anchor points, etc. This, pretty much, is what very psychotic people look like. However, he wasn't psychotic, just annoying.