Harvey,

I'm doing my best to just be a lurker, but I know you,
therefore I feel it's my duty to jab and weave..

Consider it from this extreme angle. Let's say, for the
point of hypotheis of course, that you come into my house
as a guest, or a customer. I have other guests and
customers. You decide, for whatever reason, you'd
like to spraypaint my walls, yell and scream until
4 in the morning, all the while vaguely knowing I'm
annoyed. Once I finally ask you to leave, you get
extremely offended, and talk about me behind my back,
thus ruining my name and making it so I can never be
allowed back into the dog-trainer's camp, all the while
being righteously indignant that you were merely having
fun,and that I was oppressing you?

Or another, more real-life example. You meet some couple
at a club. You're on drugs. You don't know this couple, but
your friend is a drug addict, who also ran into this couple,
and used to live with the male of this couple, before he was
thrown out of that house for drug abuse andgeneral insanity.
The male of this couple invites you all back to this awesome
warehouse, for fun and hijinx. You,and your drug addict goth
raver friends then proceed to do coke out of the dryer, recite
obnoxious spoken-word gothic poetry about purple roses and
how ugly the world has become since the age of vampires ended. You also dance, stomp, and play bad raver music until 4am, when
one of the many other warehouse residences, who pays rent and
put his blood, sweat, and tears, into building this warehouse to
be an icon of freedom, asks you to stop. You then become righteously indignant, badmouthing them, swearing, and creating
as much havoc as you can whilst leaving the premises, vowing
revenge.

In either of these situations, would you still want a tuna sandwich?

Fuck. It's 3am,and I've been up since 9am. I need to go
to bed now.

wait a second, I am not allowed to pick my nose in public? Sniff? Why, Jesus, why?