Like -- you are really concerned with what annoys you. It's because you are passionate. It's not a bad thing. It's a form of love.
"Ok, annoyance, my teacher, reveal the lesson/show me the way"
then my attention can move from annoyance to what there is to see/get or give. This does create heat, makes my heart burn.
So sweetly I'm loved!
Then I insist, I'm above being bothered by this, and then I notice I'm snapping at people. So, now frustration visits.
Err, I can do better, I say to myself. Then, anger comes.
That would be another version of "me."