Back then, I like Wolverine just because of his metal claws. Can slash and shed blood just about anything. My very first comic I picked up from the new released shelf was Wolverine #74. Good memories.. Wished that I came few weeks later so I would've gotten Wolverine #75.
He's a bad boy that smokes, drinks, plays pool, kills people and has an attitude. He's also a tragic immortal loner that rides a motorcycle. It's pretty easy to understand why people love him, but it doesn't hurt that he has a lot of really good stories too.
Never let anyone else define you. Don't be a jerk just to be a jerk, but if you are expressing your true inner feelings and beliefs, or at least trying to express that inner child, and everyone gets pissed off about it, never NEVER apologize for it. Let them think what they want, let them define you in their narrow little minds while they suppress every last piece of them just to keep a friend that never liked them for themselves in the first place.