You can't just break a person down into subcomponents and run around scrutinizing the way they snort when they laugh, or trip on their own steps, or loudly chew on chips. 

You don't need a pertinent explanation to why they chose the red-framed glasses when the black ones were plainly better-looking. 

Your faith in a person should not be shaken just because they insist that their wife isn't dead. Just give it a second, maybe they did have brunch earlier today, even though that man's wife's six feet under. 

You don't have the right to claim that a person is descending into madness. 

They saw what they saw, they did what they did, there's a reason, and they've had it. 

Why do you curve the vertex of your V?

Tighten your grip.

Why are you reading a book about homosexuals? 

He's gay.

Straighten up your posture. 

Who are you? What are you? Why did you do it?

Fuck you. 

Because I wanted to.