The Struggles of A Black Woman

Why does every time I change my hair have to be a big ordeal? I understand getting a few complements, but I can't deal with the sea of flooding questions. Andddddddd, not to mention people reaching their grubby hands toward my mane and touching it. I can't with people. I'm lacking understanding and connection. I do not like being but on display like a circus animal. I am a human being just like everyone else and I would appreciate if I would be treated like one. I don't appreciate being exoticized. I don't interrogate other races because they are different than me. I understand they are different and I can observe from a distance. I just wish I wasn't the oddball sometimes.