Cairo.... Do I love it or hate it??

Well I often ponder this question, there are days when I love, love, love Cairo, the mystic, the feeling of being in another world, the fruity smells of  shisha smoke filling the air, the constant background noise, the lights, sounds, smells, all of it. Then there are days when it all just gets on my nerves, the rickety taxis with their doors hanging off, the smell of exhausts, the comments ohhhh the comments, the complete lack of customer service, the stares, the inability to stand in a line, the phrase "Bukra Inshallah" (tomorrow if god's willing).

Some days it makes me smile that everything seems to arrive by donkey, Gas bottles, watermelons, lemons, prickly pears, you name it you can find it on a donkey cart. Other days when I am rushing to work (I always have to rush) I end up getting stuck behind a donkey and its load and I scream internally "WHERE THE HELL AM I?"
So which is it? Do I love or hate Cairo in all of it's craziness?
The special thing about Cairo, which I haven't experienced in other places is the fact that everything can change in a heart beat, so when it seems like every thing is going wrong and that things can't get better, something happens and it all seems OK again very, very fast. This something could be a person, it could be a party invitation, it could even be seeing poverty and thinking wow my life is not that bad after all. And then I think about my life and how privileged I am, even compared to western standards, like seriously how many of my friends back home have a cleaner? how many of them have an ironing guy? how many can afford to get the majority of their clothes dry cleaned? how many can get a bottle of vodka delivered at 1am or a big mac meal at 4 am? How many of them can go swimming every day after work on a roof top pool? How many of them can go to the beach at the weekend? How many of them get so much vacation time that they get so bored and actually want to return to work? how many, how many, how many??? See when I think about all of that it makes me smile to myself and say "Wow, actually you are ok!".
So the next thing is, how do I make the negative things here seem positive, I mean everything can be seen in a positive light right? Its just a matter of changing the way you think anyway. So I took the thing that annoys me the most which is sexual harassment and I thought about it for a while.... well firstly it makes me want to learn Arabic, I want to be able to shout more then "you are a shoe" at them, I actually want to say something intelligent and make them feel small (evil, yes I know but its a motivation so its positive) OK then it makes me grateful for my upbringing and the fact that I have an open mind, it makes me appreciate all of my male friends who think its disgusting and it makes me speak out to Egyptian women, hopefully getting them to see that it's not ok and they are not at fault (that's a big hope but who knows....). Lastly, well too be honest, if I am in a bad mood and am not feeling OK sometimes its nice to find an idiot to shout at and let all of the stress out :)
So in answer to my original question, I love Cairo, I really do and I think it will keep me for some time yet.