Hey dad, here's one way I'm like you that I'd rather not be. Doesn't it suck that with the ways I want to be like you, I can achieve a superficial sense of them quite easily and change them as I like. But with the ways I'm like you, even though don't want to be, I find that I'm dyed in the wool and have the hardest time changing them. The paradox of psychic ancestry, I guess. 

Anyway, let me know it I strike the right tone with the curses and visceral grunts, etc. I want to capture the essence of your resentment, make sure that I've made the essence of mine the same.