I don’t understand the term “Being rubbed the wrong way?”

I don’t understand the term “Being rubbed the wrong way?”
How can there be a wrong way to be rubbed?
You can rub my head, my belly, my butt…
And I will never tell you it is the wrong way.

Your rubs are like gentle, tingly currents…
An acceptance of who I am in the natural world…
Trapping me in some kind of slow motion…
All from your magical hands.

For me, touch is everything…
It is a series of happy recognitions…
A world planted in hugs and kisses…
A mirror for the sky.

I guess, “Being rubbed the wrong way,” means that you don’t like certain people…
People that eat at you (another tough expression for me?)
But the funny thing is, that if you look very closely into their lives…
You will find the same white star on their forehead as yours.

Yep, all of our hearts are engraved with words that are difficult to understand…
The “Love your neighbor” words seem to stand out pretty clear…
It may be the strongest message of all…
Certainly, something to ponder about.

I love you,

Annie