the beckonings of "obliviousity"

I am often hurt.  Ironically, not by people who deliberately hurt me but people who don’t know they hurt me at all.  I am often hurt by oblivious people I care about and by the insensitive people I work so hard to please.  I often wish that people are as sensitive to other people’s need as I am.  I am sounding arrogant, I know, but I am really sensitive.  For instance, in school, I would continuously update you of my whereabouts if we are not together so you wouldn’t have to feel idiotic and walk around school looking ridiculous.  Another, I text everyone I know during their birthday, if I know when their birthday is.  Unfortunately, not everyone is sensitive.  There are those who can really just hurt, who have a knack for hurting without even realizing it.  Sometimes, you make them see their "obliviousness", but they just don’t get it.  Maybe I’m trying to act melodramatic around the situation, or maybe I’m just oversensitive, but the fact of the matter is, I am often surrounded by people who have no idea how they are treating others.

I often, if not most of the time, feel this way.  And sometimes, I can’t help but be cynical about it.  I would sometimes burn inside, of hatred towards the person and would just make him/her stop talking by mentioning, softly, something wrong in what they say.  Like most of life, the oblivious are inevitable.  I’m not very fond of them.  I want, if ever I have one, my husband to be sensitive.  To understand where I’m getting at and who can relate well with people.   There are just too dense people who don’t even realize what is on their face even if you try pointing it out to them.

Why am I angry on this supposedly good day?