Love and Pride - two different things

I've finally been able to pin down exactly how I feel towards Egypt - given recent events.

I've realized that one does not have to be proud of something to love it. You can love something and still be very ashamed of it.

And while I love my country dearly and i feel frustration over its wasted potential, i am not very proud of it.

They say your true character shows only in difficult times. Time and time again we're faces with difficult situations, and we just throw it out of the park.

Historically, there are things that I am proud of, things that Egyptians a very very long time achieved, but since then have rotted in ignorance and apathy. Many of the great things we see today that bring national pride are works of non-Egyptians.
The Rosetta Stone may have been written by Egyptians, but was discovered by the French. The Metro system that has so far been sufficiently consistent is done by the French. The streets and squares of down town Cairo were mapped by the French. The railway system that is slowly decaying was done by the British - the 2nd railway built in the world! Even the Suez Canal was not built by us.

But if we put the past aside, what in today's modern word do I have to be proud of? Not much.
When Egyptians go on a mad riot frenzy and claim they want to declare a war on a country, because a bunch of hooligans allegedly attacked 20-something fans - i feel appalled, not proud. When the President of the country takes time from his schedule to mention it in his public televised speech, I feel sad, not happy.

More often than not, I am left ashamed at how we - Egyptians - handle ourselves.