not quite

You're just saying what it looks like to you, you're just riffing, making jokes, trading barbed wire tongue gossip. This one is an idiot trapped in a loveless marriage for fear of dying alone; that one is hopeless with the idea that love can make over the face of the beloved into something more useful than a mask; the other believes that belief is enough to transform the world. This one thinks that what it says is interesting while clearly everyone is wiping away their yawns; that one isn't even clever enough to understand the function of a thesaurus, much less a dictionary; the other hasn't learned the function of words to start with. You could rail against the world all night if left unchecked.

What's behind this of course is the illusion that while we're looking at this, that, and the other, people might fail to notice what was in fact clear way more than a paragraph ago: that you are less than what you mock; that what you are is nothing more than vinegar and salt, spooned onto others for entertainment value. You do not nourish. The poorer flavors you describe rise above sea level to majestic impression despite your sour evaluation, and you are left to float alone, as salt does. And vinegar and salt are insufficiently satisfying, which you mention as though it had nothing to do with you and your damaged taste.