I don't particularly care to get into the personal significance the play itself holds for me. You just decided to attack me. So I attacked back and then you defended yourself with the always strong, "YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!!" defense that I recently saw invoked by a mentally disturbed homeless woman at an angry convenience store manager who wouldn't give her a free cup of ice (this is literally the last instance I heard someone use this retort out loud and it was this morning). Good on you for being able to employ the degree of argumentative sophistication that a floridly schizophrenic, unbathed homeless woman defaulted to as well.
I don't know you. I didn't want to know you. I don't want to know you. But yet, you inserted yourself into my day, so now I know of you and I am dealing with you accordinly. BTW...Did it ever occur to you that you also don't know me? I know it didn't. Angry people like you tend to love to never look inward for the most blatant examples of the criticisms they love to dole out.