Taking Personal Inventory ..

It looks like it is clean up time again on this side of the Nile, which ever side that is. It sure seems that I have pissed off a lot of people in one way or the other by just simply being me. Whether it be family members like my mother or one of my many around the way siblings.

Being absent for 10 years in a row and pronounced dead more times than anyone cares to recount, I got away with a certain type of candor upon my return to the vibrant land of the dead. Systematically now though, I feel Egypt's reality is hitting me upside the head and making itself ever more apparent. Getting away with less and less as each few months goes by, not that I am doing anything wrong, but my celebrity status has all but dwindled into future taxable offences.

Having nearly stopped all contact with my mother, saving myself the grief of hearing her shamelessly complain about her ex-husband that she divorced 17 years ago, who just so happens to be my dad. He has been happily remarried after many years and my mother seems to be in extreme denial over here unresolved feelings for the man. Today I was awoken by her call , informing me that she felt bad because I hadn't upgraded my car as I had wanted and that I can choose any car I wanted up to a certain price range. Here comes the good part, pending that I not only relay her feelings to my dad, but I take a nasty message to his wife.

Needless to say, I am still driving the same old piece of shit, which is better than the last form of transportation that I had - my running shoes. Her behavior was another enlightening moment in my life as I saw where I get the out right mental defectiveness that goes hand in hand with addiction, alcoholism and obsession which has prompted me to continue to take personal inventory and when wrong promptly admit it.

My siblings that have sided with my dad or are neutral were pleased that I was steadfast and wasn't tempted by a new 08' Civic or Lancer and the others were in disbelief that I didn't even play on her weakness to get a better car. A few years ago, the family wouldn't even say disturbing things in front of me, completely shielding me as if I was a baby. Now I have proven myself to be their rock, the steadfast reformed bad boy who has a world of wisdom to shed on issues from politics, science, psychology, love and my favorite - how to make a buck. I developed the latter way before my using days.

So meanwhile I am building my credit all by my lonesome, averting any cataclysmic family fall outs and hoping to do exactly what I did back in my other home - North America- being completely independent.