It's actually kinda cool, in that I get to see how people are, how perceptions change in flash before my eyes simply because of the name of the place a parent was born.
One second it's "Ey, paisan," then someone whispers in their ear and I'm suddenly a member of what I used to call when I was a kid "the incredible brown race" and the grandkids of Mussolini are telling me to go home.
But that was really when I was growing up, now I click with them better than those closer in ethnicity to me (except maybe the older or foreign born ones, go figure), and other than relatives visiting, I've not much exposure to my father's people, so while I know things, relating to them on a personal level is kinda alien.
I can slip in and out of different worlds, but at the same time I don't belong entirely to any of them, so I'm the perpetual foreigner, a misfit. It has its benefits as well as detractions.
Plus I got to develop my own personality and tastes without feeling the pressure to conform to what others might have to.
Being the eternal outsider is part of why I don't align with the 'we' or always have disdain for the 'them' as seen on this site. I also like playing with their misconceptions, which is why I oft gleefully accept their labels and play along with their myopic prejudices rather than disagree with their idiocy. These asinine 'apocalyptic' arguments have to be good for something, might as well be for a laugh.