He fuzzies up my mind

I have the feeling that knowing my dad disallows me from engaging in life. I'm in a tight spot where he set my priorities, but as I watched him interact with life, I noticed both how people did not uniformly like my dad and how embarrassed I was to agree more with the people who didn't like/agree with him. So, I'm left in a spot where he wants to be in my life, but the more I think about him, the more I disassociate with my own life. Talking to him and knowing him fuzzies up my mind.

I think my wife likes me for who I am but I don't like interacting with the world at large because I see my dad in my actions.

Annoying things I remember from him

-He called one of the neighbor families "social retards".
-He asked me if I was gay. He was really scared that I might be.
-I was nervous as I was leaving the house before a prom dance. He brought put the camera, I asked him to please not take pictures right now. Of course he kept taking pictures as I backed out of the driveway.
-I asked him an akward personal question about the subject of sex and he gave me a joke answer.

He was born

My dad was born July 20th 1946 in Bellingham, Washington. He parents were Charles Lee Hadley and Louise Williamson(?) Hadley. Some years back my dad and I visited the house he spent his first couple years. The house was old, worn down and still lived in. He remembered his mom showing him a bear walking a couple feet away from the kitchen window. The scar on his face and the disfiguration of his toes were created when he fell onto the griddle from his highchair.