I can't stand it when people ask me to do something and then forget about it/get angry at me for doing it. I have one friend who always commits to doing things with me and then doesn't show up/call/whatever, so I usually end up being the proactive one and initiating things. He always complains, "You're always calling me and blah blah, I'm busy right now, call me back/come back in a little while." So I do as requested and wait a while, but somehow I become the bad guy for bringing it up again. Or, when I get fed up with things and wait for him to remember and get back to me, I always get a, "Oh, I didn't know you still wanted to do that - why didn't you ever get back to me about it before?"
My dad cashed some savings bonds for me and we were going to go halves to get me a car, but he decided that he didn't want me to get a car that I would need to work on because he doesn't trust my mechanical aptitude. So his criteria for what kind of car he would contribute to was something like less than five years old, less than 80,000 miles or something - basically all cars in the $6000-$10,000 range at best. Of course, you can't pull that kind of money out of thin air, so I've been waiting for years and years for him to get his act together and give me my money... Finally, it's come to the point where I desperately need transportation in order to work and get to my doctors (which are all 30 miles away, hooray government medical insurance) so I tell my dad that I'm fed up and that I should just get a junker for $2000 so that I can at least get a job and some income. His response: "Oh, well, I don't know why you never said before - I would have done something sooner but I thought you wanted a $10,000 car." I just about had a stroke - buying a cheap first car has been my plan since I was like 14 and ever since I first mentioned it to him he's been like, "No, don't save money, I make six digits a year and I want to buy you your first car because I want to give you the types of things I never had as a child..." and all that mush. I feel like I'm living in some Orwellian microcosm where whatever I think somebody said, they actually meant the opposite.
Also, I can't stand things that bind me while I'm sleeping. Heavy clothing, like sweatpants and sweatshirts, I can handle, but anything light - T-shirts, underwear, even bedsheets - absolutely has to go. Even in 100 degree heat, I'll usually choose a fleece blanket over a bedsheet because I know that even if the bedsheet is cooler as I fall asleep, it'll only take me about 30 minutes in my sleep to get hopelessly tangled up in it.
~Joe