Every man struggles for his individuality

Everyone knows that people are influenced by their environment. I laugh out loud at dumb puns because my mom does. I bad at understanding criticism because my dad is. I have a childish, repetitive sense of humor because my dad does. I don't know when to stop because I don't like to stop, because my dad doesn't. I am already my dad. My path in life has already set me on a course to morphing into my dad completely. Right now I'm more considerate than him, I have a better capacity for empathy, and I can actually break myself from my immature humor, unlike him. But I'm seeing a trend in all men I meet. Everyone hates the idea of becoming their dad because continued exposure breeds hatred. Every and any bad trait of one's father will be magnified to a proportion that eclipses any good trait that one's father may have. I believe that this hatred actually breeds the metamorphosis wherein the ignorant son assumes the personality of the father. The more a son tries to break away from his father, the more this disdain builds within him, the more likely he is to fall into the nuanced aspects of the father's personality that have become a part of his general mindset. Growing up with the father, the son learns everything from him. The son can't tear down this foundation of his personality structure. The son grows to dislike the father's personality because of the father's actions and therein lies an important distinction. The son separates actions from the personality that causes them. When the son hates the father for what he does, without understanding why, has fallen into the trap, the cycle. I hate it when my dad doesn't stop talking to himself, to no one. My dad can spout gibberish for hours and entertain himself to no end. I understand this. He has nothing better to do with his mouth at that moment than make sound and he never had the fascination with his own voice beaten out of him. When I catch myself doing this when I'm around people, the weight of my impending change hits me. I have to make the distinction clear to myself that I am with people. My dad no longer cares about this distinction.
I can't escape the shadow of my father's personality, but I can become a better version of him. The path to a better life never passes through hate. Hate is a place where men linger. Understanding is the goal, and it will be returned with Love.