Supposedly St. Therese said there was an individual in the convent she couldn't stand, so she made sure to always help them, and to be their friend. We'd be so lost if Jesus was angered and rejected us for every little imperfection. I get it, though. Some people rub me the wrong way, and it's tiring, be it the annoying way they talk, or their obsession with worldly things, which destroys my hopes of being edified by being around other trads.
I wouldn't mind trying to be his no stress friend.