Ok, not just like my father. He, for instance, has athletic ability, mechanical intelligence, and is extremely outgoing. You know how people say, "he's never met a stranger"? Well, that's my dad. I, on the other hand, not only meet strangers but am capable of remaining strangers with people for quite a long time after we've met.
But there is also no maybe about whether I'm like my father. I can't tell you how many times my mom has told me that I am my father's daughter. Usually in reference to my unwillingness to worry about something or total willingness to procrastinate something. My dad and I are Winnie the Pooh. "Oh bother" is about as worked up as we can get about most things. (We also enjoy a smackerel.) My mother is Rabbit. She wants things done correctly and immediately. My dad and I will do a good enough job at things when we get around to them.
While I get my love of reading and affinity for special kids from my mom (also my eyes), I think a good deal of my intellectual curiosity comes from my dad. I remember as a kid asking a lot of questions like kids do and my dad, instead of bullshitting an answer or saying he didn't know, would go to one of the two sets of encyclopedias* in our living room and look it up. This is how he became The Answer Man and undisputed champion of Trivial Pursuit. I'm pretty good, but know exactly nil about baseball or most other sports that aren't football, so he'll always have an edge.
*Thank goodness we're no longer confined to a set of books for answers to things. I, for one, am deeply grateful to live in the age of the internet, when nobody is ever forced to wonder about anything for longer than it takes to Google it.
One specific oddity of his that I'm realizing I've inherited is related to leaving someplace. When anybody hints about leaving, my dad is ready to go right then. The time to leave has arrived and there will be no dilly dallying. He becomes increasingly impatient with stragglers. As do I.
Say, for instance, you're at a restaurant. You've eaten and paid and you're sitting around chatting. Someone mentions that they best be going. If you're with multiple people, somebody else will invariably start the conversation again and nobody will make a move for the door. This makes me crazy. No matter how nice a time I'd been having up until that point, once leaving is mentioned, I've mentally checked out of the situation and being dragged back into it causes me to become increasingly crabby.
I know it's ridiculous. If I'm out with people, it's because I enjoy their company. Why should one "well, I suppose..." cause me to suddenly despise being forced to sit with them any longer? I don't know.
In one group of friends, I was branded a Bad Leaver for my tendency to leave parties by just slipping out without saying goodbye to everyone. Not only do I not enjoy a lot of attention, but I was also, the moment I decided to leave, quite simply done. Walking around to say goodbye to everyone meant talking to a bunch of people, which meant not actually leaving for an indeterminate amount of time, which was not ok with me.
Nature or nurture, I don't know. But my dad and I will be in the car, so finish saying your goodbyes and wrap it up. We've been ready to leave for ages and we're not standing around by the door any longer.
Fine, get yourselves home.