The Question That Is Itching...

Do we imbue our surroundings with ourselves?
I think not...
I think that our surroundings do that to us and that we are helpless to do any other things than that which is expected of us based on that very imbument of nature on our uniqueness. It is merely a matter of whether or not we accept these changes in our aggregated persona that determines what we all are at the end of the day, and therefore, what we all are...
I have spent so many years watching people. So many years seeing what they are noticing and trying to accept their reactions to the stimuli as a given; a comensurate sum based on the parts that make it all up.
Does this make me a coward? Does this mean that my own reactions and feelings to a given set of circumstances are unfounded and trite? Do I come acrossed as some kind of louse that thrives only on the torment of those weaker and slower than me? Is there a conspiracy which, unbeknownst to me, continues to lead me astray intentionally?
I only ask because of the aforementioned thought that imbuement is either held by nature or myself, and it feels like a tango to me. It feels as if nature and I dance and dance and we don't stop until one of us needs to sleep. We continue on for years and gaze internally at the change that the dancing brings about.
There are ways and means, but they all lead to the same thing in the end;
We affect our situations upon one another creating more situations to gaze about at...