i don't like my hair.

If any Hollywood celebrity were to have the kind of hair that I have, I think they would seriously be on the brink of madness. To sort things out, I hate my hair.
If you guys still don't know, I have salt and pepper hair. In other words, it's mainly jet black with streaks off white. Think of it as the nebula or something, except the colourful streams of clouds are white. Up to here, I have no major issues against my hair. I think it's normal to have white hair around this age. Why? There are numerous reasons. For example, there is the question of genes. Then there are external issues. Such as school pressure, pressure from parents, pressure from stupid teachers, pressure from yourself. Then there are other attributing factors, like money woes, grade woes and er, girls. I guess that's why girls don't have that much white hair as the males; maybe they don't need to worry about not getting the attention from the other sex. For guys, it's a whole different story.
I don't mind having white hair. There are many characters that have white hair- note the word characters. White hair signifies wisdom. Common sense will tell you that when a person has white hair, it usually means that he thinks a lot. Yes, I do think a lot. Of course, the word "think" encompasses plenty of different meanings. Let's just leave it at the way it is- I'm a plain workaholic. Or so some say.
Let me get to the crux of the issue. I don't like my hair because it's:
1) Curly.
2) Friggin stiff.
You might think these two points are insignificant, but you are dead wrong. Think of it this way. Take a metal coil. Paint it black. And you get somewhere near the nature of my hair. Except that it is less stiff and doesn't conduct electricity. If my hair was as stiff as that solenoid, I just go botak. It saves me the hassle of having to comb that ridiculous bunch of dead cells in the morning and also saves me money as I could easily go bald.
I don't like curly hair. I don't know why so many folks do. Unless of course it's in the 70's where everything's colourful and superfluous and curly, then perhaps I can easily be the centre of attention. But in this new millennium, having curly hair is like having dynamite stuffed into your mouth. You will always be the centre of attention; for all the wrong reasons.
Some years back, I decided to do something really stupid. And I mean really. I decided to style my hair. Imagine this, it's like having an amateur chemist mixing potassium with water not knowing that the reaction is explosive. Initially, I thought that "Hey! I don't look too bad.". But you know how things work. Yes, the hair did look following the wax's bidding. But eventually, it overpowered the wax and ta-dah! It curled in different directions. It was a flower, the sunflower type. So I ended up looking like a clown, or wearing the clown's hat that was made of hair. I paraded myself in Wheelock. Attention was easy to get.
Ever since then, I have chucked that wax into my drawing. It's still there, except that when I feel lame or whatever, I will just take it out and play around with it on my hair. Of course, when I'm not going out. Maybe I should apply it for Halloween.
I don't like my hair because it's rigid. It makes it unbelievably hard to comb when it's dry. The good side is when you have styled it- with water, it works adequately fine-, it hardly changes shape. Except the damn fringe which has the tendency to double curl. Think the Superman style. I can do it you know. My freaking hair can do that Superman hairdo! I wonder how long those hair stylist took to do that hair-do on the actor. 2 hours? 3 hours? I need only 2-3 minutes! Maybe I should be the next Superman. Nah. I'm way to short and fat and unattractive.
But the good thing is, I can make the hairstyle somewhat similar to Luo Zhi Xiang's. You can find that hairdo on his current album. Except of course my fringe is shorter and I'm uglier than him.
I want to grow taller.
It sounds sort of immature but really, I want to grow taller. Not that ridiculously tall but maybe until 178 or something. At the moment, I'm only 165. Quite a long way to climb. I'm beginning to wonder whether there's something wrong with my body. It's growing so slowly.