Where I am coming from:
I was coming home from work one day and some guy was driving wildly trying to pass me on a two lane road with lots of traffic. He did a crazy maneuver to get around me and I watched him do that with car after car. This was a beautiful summer afternoon commute in Seattle suburbs.
So, after about five miles of this (and it was SERIOUSLY crazy) he got on the open road and went around a corner where I could not see him. As I went around the corner he had slid off the road and into the ditch, almost hitting a woman jogger.
My thoughts were, “that poor guy. I wonder if his wife just left him or he lost his job.” But the rest of the people (those of us he passed and not stopped to subdue him) helping me hold him down were filled with anger and bitterness about what he did.
I thought what he was doing was very inappropriate and, lets be honest, someone could have been killed. But it was obvious to me that this was a “special day” for this guy. I was interested in the mitigating circumstances.
Not that that justifies his actions, and if he had hit the jogger and she had been my wife I’d feel very differently. But he didn’t.
I just approach this stuff differently. I want to see the whole story before I start condemning characters in the story. That day will come, however.
Nutty as a fruitcake.