I can usually tell you where my eccentricities come from. My absent-mindedness is genetic: my dad, in a major hurry to get to a fire (he's a volunteer fire captain) backed through his garage door, among many other inadvertent misadventures. My risk aversion and its geneses are well documented. My patience, which has been called superhuman, came from my stepdad. My ideas on love, as odd as they seem, are borne of life experience mixed with logic and empathy.
I have no idea where my hatred of all things (and people) fake originated. I've spent some time examining this recently as I realized this antipathy is a roadblock to mental peace that I need to work past: also, just how irrationally huge it is.
I posted this picture around a week ago.