Identity Crisis

To start off my parents are extreeeeeeeeeeeeeemely old fashioned. This had a giant impact on my upbringing and identity. Mostly in a good way... I think... Since day one they've told me that I should be respectful, polite, and courteous. I was taught to respect all people in all ways. No matter what they look like or anything like that. It was just the way I was brought up and it's so ingrained into my system. To some people though it might be kind of quirky. For instance, say a really beautiful girl walks by. Some of my friends would go like " Oh my god dude she was fucking hot!!! I have to fuck her!" To me, hearing that is just so weird. My family influenced my love for music. I can forever remember stuff like the Stones, Nick Drake, The Beatles, and Bob Dylan creeping its way out of the vinyl player in my living room to my brain. My family's taste made me appreciate a wide spectrum of art from a young age. I watched my mom make stained glass for countless hours of the day and we read books about Frida Kahlo. My sister introduced me to Punk rock. My dad inspired me to start learning guitar. My dad is also one of those people who tells the most stupid jokes and they're just so lame that you can't help but chuckle. I definitely got that from him. So he kind of affected my sense of humor. But sometimes what I tend to think is funny is a lot darker... But my identity is something that I think was more constructed by my parents when I was younger than anything else. In that retrospect I was more concerned with it at the time. Here's another example. My mom is Catholic and my dad is Jewish. I personally am an atheist and have never cared for religion and just don't believe in it. I still had the same train of thought when I was younger. However I was raised with both religions. But my dad was almost never around before I turned 12. He was always busy working . Eventually he wanted me to have a Bar Mitzvah. I really didn't care for it or want one but I ended up doing it to try and win his approval. I almost felt like if I did it then it would make him happy and he might stick around more, so I just went along with the program. I sacrificed my own beliefs to try and make him happy.