What Really Grinds My Gear?

I hate people who don’t realize the things you do for them. They become so use being pampered that anger strikes when denied a piece of candy.
I hate guys who try to talk to you in the street and when you don’t respond or choose to turn down their offers of “I’ll be your man”, they instantaneously start bad talking you “You ain’t all that anyway” Last I checked I gave you know mind in the first place and just cause you are crushed , your ego will do anything to patch itself up.
There is always that larger than life person who somehow finds the need to squish their butts in a teeny space of a seat.
The moms who cannot keep their kids in check, if your child peanut butter covered hands does not move away from my jeans in t minus 9 seconds, I will shove their fingers in their cute little noses.
The people who feel the need to tell me how cute a kid is? If I do not naturally coo, your judgment is worst than a blind man trying to cross Interstate 90 on a unicycle with two wheels.
I hate people who call you, you then miss the call, then they text you and say “Hey why didn’t you answer your phone?” Now if I answer that text message, I will not be doing a good job of ignoring you completely.
I hate rhetorical questions, when they aren’t funny. Like I will still answer and then you’ll say it was rhetorical, and I will look at you and say I will still answer.
I dislike non-funny people, or people who think their funny and its like huh? was that the actual joke!?
I cannot even remember more of the things I hate. BRB