It's like that taste that seems to never go away- like I'm biting aluminum or iron. It is not just the taste, but the textures.
Using my knuckles for blending led on paper: my "passive-aggressive" noogie, making the skin pink and 4B grey.
Displeasing in new places.
Or the random pangs in the chest. The physical feel of a strong pinch, like my heart wasn't wearing green.
That sensitive spot on the heel of a foot, when the callous breaks then tears. Once fully off I've got baby feet again.
So displeasing.

Smiling is important to me, but more in other people. If a person never smiles life may be seen as pointless.
It bothers me so that people look for answers instead of making one.
"Why are we here? What is our purpose? Who made us? What happens after all of this? Who will help me?"
I guess the peeve doesn't lie in people's answers, but in their explanations- their reasoning for why they chose "Nothing" as an acceptable reply.