My father is about as tolerant and patient as a rabid bulldog with a mean case of herpes. Once again, I know not how I was inducted into a family unit such as this. To say he has a short temper is something of an understatement. He has none at all. To say he is closeminded also cannot be justified... he is locked up tighter than Gillian Anderson's snatch is to me a distant dream. He is very quick to anger when he does not get his way right off the bat, which makes me wonder exactly what he has learned in his 51 years on this earth. He asks questions he knows the answer to, just so you will give him the answer he has given you time and time before. Is that classified as ignorant? Lets say it is, shall we? Hmmn, that was almost an example of what he does. And if I were the one to be on the receiving end of such a question, I would have to answer ‘yes' to go along with him and keep from enraging him. I do not belong here. He cannot tolerate someone else with another opinion, and I... I despise anyone who doesn't have their own thoughts. Is it that I have learned from example the idiocies of this world combined with a sort of cracked ignorance? Probably. That is most likely the reason I have become who I am. But does that mean my children will become as him, since I am his opposite? Will they yearn to be so different from me as I do from him that they will become completely estranged and become beta versions of my parents? Now, that would be odd. It would almost be like a genetic trait that skips a generation. Like, my father was born with a tail that I just missed receiving by the accident of birth and genetics. And will my children pop out with figurative tails drooping out of their minds? There's a scary thought, friends and neighbors. How could I raise kids like that? I physically could not do it. I could not take it if my offspring were to completely resemble my father and have none of my patience and reason. It would be a permanent blotch of placenta and blood on my existence. I would be under much judgement.