Not everything is always about you.
“I walked over here, and you made this huge annoyed gesture.”
Yes, and if you gave me ten seconds to explain, I could've told you that, at that exact moment, I felt annoyed at having failed to do something that I had been doing for about twenty minutes and couldn't finish. I could've told you that sometimes! sometimes! I express my frustration physically, which you should know after having lived with me for more than five years.
If you cared to pay any fucking attention to me and learn my habits.
But apparently you haven't. So you chose to ask me “What did I do?” instead of asking “What's wrong?”
Because, I guess, you think the world revolves around you.