This whole thing reeks of “I came here, acted perfectly reasonably and logically, and everyone else, astoundingly, was illogical and mean to me. I’m so smugly innocent. I’m the victim. This makes no sense!”
Not one bit of self-reflection.
Is there an archetype or myth about this behavior? There must be. Some type of ironic “innocent” contrarian? The little brother who provokes then runs to mommy to tattle?