So i have been about a year officially 100% on my own with no parental help now and i noticed something somewhat odd, I am almost nothing like my father whatsoever. It is kind of implied you will be come some ratio of your parents throughout stories and i always just thought it was a given but apparently not.
Here is a simple example of how different we are. Today i was back home and we put this glass door thin on our fire place, my dad was pissed because it had these legs that had it intended to just stand in front of the fire place but he wanted it mounted to the wall so i said "Just mount it to the fucking wall then" which he said is impossible. So what did I do? sent him out to get dinner and i went to the hardware store. because my father put a fucking absurd time in to planning and making stuff perfect (a quality of his i detest) my 45 minute round trip to the store and application of the impossible to me 25 minutes less than his 15 minute trip to the store to buy "burger buns, vegetables, beer and seasonings" he came back and asked where i learned to wield because in his mind i suppose he thought that would be necessary but all i did was stick it up there with bolts and this glue you use to put up chair rails, which in his mind was genius or a cheep ass job we will have to see how it hold up, bit it look fantastic.
This is not by any means a complaint as my father is an ultra conservative narcissistic angry man that has a shell of decency and care thick enough to where I can still respect what he has done for me I can recall times I thought "damn i never want to be like that" yet thought i would take on some traits but all i have picked up is that I like to garden and how to fix basic problem that is it. Other than that i am almost entirely like my mom or brother only far more outwardly a nerd and a touch more eccentric.
Here is a simple example of how different we are. Today i was back home and we put this glass door thin on our fire place, my dad was pissed because it had these legs that had it intended to just stand in front of the fire place but he wanted it mounted to the wall so i said "Just mount it to the fucking wall then" which he said is impossible. So what did I do? sent him out to get dinner and i went to the hardware store. because my father put a fucking absurd time in to planning and making stuff perfect (a quality of his i detest) my 45 minute round trip to the store and application of the impossible to me 25 minutes less than his 15 minute trip to the store to buy "burger buns, vegetables, beer and seasonings" he came back and asked where i learned to wield because in his mind i suppose he thought that would be necessary but all i did was stick it up there with bolts and this glue you use to put up chair rails, which in his mind was genius or a cheep ass job we will have to see how it hold up, bit it look fantastic.
This is not by any means a complaint as my father is an ultra conservative narcissistic angry man that has a shell of decency and care thick enough to where I can still respect what he has done for me I can recall times I thought "damn i never want to be like that" yet thought i would take on some traits but all i have picked up is that I like to garden and how to fix basic problem that is it. Other than that i am almost entirely like my mom or brother only far more outwardly a nerd and a touch more eccentric.