See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run

On a random stroll in office today, I happened to pass by one of those conference rooms. And it was a host to a very rare occurence -- an actual conference. There were people inside listening intently with the kind of rapt attention I know I'll never have, or even bother to fake, they were nodding with all the seriousness in the world as they listened to the speaker. It wasn't a heated argument, there were no books being flung over ducking heads, no veins throbbing in temples, no rising tempers, no coffee flung on the walls in extreme rage. Then, I got this sudden, extremely strong urge. You know the kind when you get one of those bubble wrap covers and have no peace till you've popped each and every one of them. Or like when you see a dry leaf on the floor and will go out of your way to crush every trace of sound of it. So anyway. Watching all those people sitting calmly on their chairs, heads slightly cocked to the side in a classic display of keen attention, my first instinct was to open the door, stick my head in, and say, no scream, something on the lines of YABBADABBADOOWHEEEEYAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! My second instinct was to curb my first instinct. The two contrary instincts began this strange fight in my head, and while it was resolved, I found myself in the bathroom. Which I think was where I intended to be in the first place before being taken over by the necessity to disturb the peace. The moment had passed.
Yes, I am looking for a good psychiatrist. Any recommendations?