There was those street boys in Nairobi. I remember the richshaw guy that goosed my wife in Old Delhi. Today, I m darn near ready to draw some hard empirical conclusions. That is to say, slipping out of the sights and sounds, the norms and roles, of our particular social settings tends to frustrate, a lot. Tearing free from all those reassuring anchors that make us who we are, then bobbing around frightfully trying to get a new grip on the new you, like trying to figure out which canvas straps go where on those stupid orange lifevests takes exhausting effort.
Frustration leads to aggression.
Biologist Conrad Lorenz said geese do it. Dr. Sigmund Freud said we do it, too. An aggravated organism is going to bite somebody. According to Professor Lorenz, geese whoop on ganders. In Saigon, my Aussie-buds aggressed on someone they estimated below them, and I, in turn, did my best Mel Gibson on them.