Blaming Mom and Dad

It is unfathomable to me how people can get hooked on video games until it happens to me, and of course, it does as I have an obsessive compulsive side thanks to my dad. It is unconscionable to me that anyone can live like a hoarder until I start living like one, thanks to my dad being a packrat, and teaching me the thrill of it. It is super weird to me that my mother, who loves to clean and cook and keep things tidy and pay on time, and not shop had almost no influence over me in any way apparently. Maybe it is because I had my own ways, and her ways seemed strange and stark and boring? Yes, that must be it. Daddy was a salesman, gone a lot. When he came home, it was Christmas. Every time.