That means some verry repressed emotions. Once I watched a video about a place in Japan were you can get in and break stuff at your leasure for an hour or two. That constant poitness and robotical following of the rules has really got them. Somewhat makes me pity them.
It's called a rage room, the first rage rooms to open were likely in Japan in 2008 or earlier. The concept spread to other countries, such as Serbia, England, and Argentina. Today, there are hundreds of rage rooms in cities in the United States such as Denver, Huntsville, Tucson, Austin, Milwaukee, Buffalo, Charleston, Rochester, Hampton, Eugene, Charlotte, Ogden and American Fork.
Everyone needs an outlet once in a while, we're just humans.