Inheritance?

I wonder if people ever change. I guess they don't. People don't change, they develop. I believe that all characteristics of a human being are present at the moment of conception. Yes, good and bad and evil even. If the fate of the colour and texture of my hair were sealed the minute I was made, then what was there not to seal the fate of good or evil. Nothing. And if I have inherited hair from my mum's, fingernails from my dad's, a non-outgoing character from my mum's, and a love for all things creative from my dad's, have I inherited memory too? And if I have inherited the exact face of my great grandmother, have I inherited her hips, her butt even? I think so. How did I come about? I didn't even exist 37 years ago, yet now I'm a citizen with duties and rights. And is the pattern of the people we fall in love with also inherited? If that is so, who was it responsible for my erratic male pick ups? I guess I will not find the answer to that, because back in the day my ancestors were way too Church indoctrinated, or perhaps they did it on the sly and were good at it. Somehow I must have come from somewhere. Have I really inherited memory? If that is so, my ongoing search for all the why's can come to a halt. Have I inherited survivor guilt, have I inherited the love someone more than your own self? It makes so much sense. And it suddenly becomes so very easy, finally I can point a finger and blame someone even if they've been six feet under for many years. Or is each person a bingo kind of mixture, and you never know what you're going to get? It's getting way too difficult for my thinking. I want to think of little things that make you happy. Things like shoes. It's a lot easier.