My Dad

I'm so sorry for my father. He knows we don't relate to one another. He claims he was a lot like me at my age, and whether or not that's true we don't have anything in common now. We don't even understand each other. I think he blames himself. He really shouldn't, he was never the classic image of a "Dad" I suppose, even in the most basic things. Never talked to me about sports, his childhood, shaving, girls, morality, ect. I'd probably be a homosexual if certain christian right wingers were correct (they aren't and I'm not). But, I don't care about sports, I learned about shaving and his childhood from my mom, no advice would help me find romance and I'm glad I though about morality for myself because it gave me a chance to think about philosophy. But now he feels guilty for all that, (not that he would admit it) to the point where he's desperate to spend more time with me. And since we don't have the same interests, apart from the show Dexter, he's going to try to learn about video games from me. He doesn't care about games, doesn't know anything about them, doesn't really want to. He's just desperate to redeem himself for not defining me in relation to him, by defining himself in relation to me. He really shouldn't feel this way. He's had rich life, he was a radical who was arrested for protesting, he married in his twenties, got a very civil divorce, and married my mom in his 40's. His family was poor but he was very successful, if a bit of workholic. I shouldn't be what primarily defines him.