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The cultivation of one’s personality can only be formulated through weirdness. I know I am crazy at times, perhaps a bit over dramatic but hey that’s human nature. People nowadays just don’t understand the mind is complex, talking to inanimate objects sometimes helps. My hair and I just don’t get along! It’s not its fault but sometimes I feel like I must extrapolate every follicle from the root! Come on is it too much to ask? Just one day where frizz control works, or any of the other stupid products! Do you realize hair, that my obsession to tame you, to make you behave and teach you some manors has cost me a fortune! Shampoo, conditioner, curler, straightener, heat protection, hair mask, gel, moose, hair spray, shine, vitamins! I’ve bought you numerous gifts and yet you just don’t seem to care: scrunches, bows, headbands, clips, combs, head wraps to protect you from the cold! Jeez you’re harder to please than any other person in my life, and my daddy isn’t hard please! (Beat) My daddy and I were born on the same day, not year of course, November first all saint’s day. Yet we barely relate, I think the hardest aspiration that will subsist throughout my life is to please him, he wants me to be a doctor but he forgets the fact that I faint at the sight of blood…. He is all too stubborn to deal with, I love him though, I really do, I just wish he wasn’t stuck in the twentieth century; my dad is turning 76 in November. It’s hard growing up and being confined. “I thought I told you to sit up straight” BAM goes the pan as it meets my derriere. I am grateful to my dad however he taught me discipline even though it was not delightful to learn under corpal punishment I learned self- discipline. You could even say I admire him, even back then when I tremulously feared him, he is an intellectual always thirsting for knowledge, he keeps thinking learning new stuff studying medicine even at this age, perhaps because I let him down but he’s let me down too. I can’t forget a curtain call where a tear didn’t descend down my cheek as I realized that no one was there, as I Posed a smile as my last act at curtain call and the shallow applause teased my bottled tears. Yet daddy has always supported me academically, and I could truly say that the highlight of my days is the conversational engagement recourse with my daddy, though it happens here and then not daily it makes a genuine Cynthia simile appear.(Beat) I think in a way this sums up how I think and my emotional responses and need to make faces, if you notice I make a lot of them throughout the day.