I couldn't find many "peers" to talk to back then, due to my specialnessity. Well, okay, I'm *not* special, but my hair is! Several times in my life, I haven't seen eye to eye with my hair and in it's Narrssistic complex it is either too good for me or not good enough, in it's opinion. Actually, objectifying my hair as anything other than a force of nature or a sentient being is a grave mis-justice to the majesty my hair is. I've just tried to fashion out my own life and identity for myself, while my hair has saved multiple lives, caused the downfall of the Berlin Wall, saved countless acres of rain forest single strandedly among other things. My hair though, harbors a dark side. It was the arbitrator for President Carter to sell the Panama Canal, just because it was bored that week.