Is it normal to hate my mother when she's done nothing wrong?

Okay. I'm a teenager, it's expected that a I don't like my mom. But I hate her with a burning passion. This makes me feel guilty because- she's probably as good as it gets. She loves me, encourages me, is nice to me most of the time. I shouldn't hate her as much as I do, I should be thankful that I didn't get an abusive mom.
Anyway, I feel like our personalities clash. We'll fight over the most petty things. I tend to debate in arguments, but she won't listen, because she's an adult, and adult's opinions are always right. Right? And even if I say "yeah, I was wrong, I'm sorry", she'll keep going and going and using the "because I said so" card and- it gets tiring after a while. Not long after these fights, she'll try to joke around with me, and since I'm not in the mood to laugh she'll get sad/mad, again. It's an endless cycle, really. And, l do act disrespectful a lot. I'll admit that, because that's how I act in front of people I don't like. I can't help it.
One thing that drives me crazy is her passive aggressiveness. She'll assume I'm doing something, say that "she's onto me" like I'm stupid, and when I give her a reply in a passive aggressive way (learned from the best of em'), she'll act like I just said I killed the cat. She tends to get over-emotional. I can't stand it when people get over emotional.
But what do I know, I'm just a teenager who knows nothing about life, and it's probably just hormones, who knows. And don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have her as a mother. She's not racist, or a homophobe, or anything in that spectrum, we've had some pretty good times, she's never hit me, and she doesn't emotionally abuse me either. I'll give her the "A+ in Parenting" sticker, but that won't change the fact that I find her to be the most annoying people I know.
I guess it's one of those situations where you hate one thing she does, and it just keeps piling higher and higher as you find more things you absolutely hate. Like, what she does, how she speaks, even how she BREATHES. And, eventually, you end up hating her as a person.
Thank you for listening to my little rant about my hard, difficult life of a white and spoiled teenage girl with everything she ever wanted and more. I appreciate comments that will slap some reality in my hormonal brain about what a twat I am for thinking these things about a caring, loving person who's never done anything bad to me. <3