I just had a Steinbeck moment last night, you know the one where  you realize that you are capable of both evil and good.  On my way back from AUC last evening, a trio of Egyptian guys decided to play around with my roommate and I. One of them hit my but with two rocks, I turned around looked him  in the face, "Did you just hit me with a rock? " With all the anger  in me rising. I then got my hard plastic water bottle and hit him so had on the back, with every ounce of energy I could master. I wanted to do more, I wanted to hit him in the groin, I wanted to scratch his face, see him bleed and make him cry out an apology. I wanted to do so many bad things to that guy. The conflict here is that I felt bad hitting him yet I wanted to do more. I felt dirty for having all those feelings and for what had been done to me yet I also do not feel sorry that I did them. The pure conflict of good and evil.

I decided to walk away, wanting to turn back every time until I could not do it. I felt horrible. We stopped by  ISIS to get cheese and some Egyptian customer was being friendly, he was trying to help me open up a shanta for my stuff, I just pulled it away from him in anger. I have concluded that I cannot take any one these men's actions as a good and kind gesture. If they are going to believe all foreign women are prostitutes, I am justified in believing that they are all rogues and scum.