As I sat in Wendy's last night, across the street from you and your friends, I went into fits of rage, disappointment, confusion, and finally a calm acceptance. I began thinking about a lot of things, and wondered why such a small fuss always seems to be dramatized into something bigger because of the yelling of your voice, or the coldness of your actions.
I dislike unreasonable yelling. To me, yelling just reminds me of my father. He does not give logical reasons for his actions, so instead he yells for what he wants. "CLOSE MY DOOR." "I JUST DON'T LIKE IT." Yelling is a desperate attempt to have the other person fall into your anger, and hopefully shut up, subsiding into your whim. I've grown up with this, and also grown up doing the rebellious thing.
Because when I love someone, the small favors they ask of me, I don't mind doing. It's no big deal, I'll try new things for them, try old thing for them, do repeatedly boring things for them. So when I ask them to do such a small favor, I expect a good reason for why they can not do it. Not just "I don't like to." Why? Because I don't get why your preference, in such a small issue, is more important than my benefit.