Ode of Hatred for Cairo

I hate it here SO much.

I hate services here.

I hate the traffic here, which incorporates my hatred of BOTH the way people drive AND the way the streets are organized.

I hate gay life here, which is only in a small part a hatred of the way the government and various religious and cultural elements treat gays, and is in a much larger part a simple hatred of what most of gay life here looks like (I know the two aren't separate, but I'm holding people responsible for being what they are).

I hate my university and I hate my flat.

Hate is a really strong word, I know, and I feel (unfortunately) quite strongly.

I could never imagine a place, over such a sustained period of time (1.5 years) could so consistently annoy me, piss me off, bug the sh*t out of me, frustrate me, make me want to cry, to leave, to shout, and to write mean things on a blog. It’s SHOCKING how much I really do hate it here.

VC