Camping: Because Paying to Be Miserable Is Apparently a Thing

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever been camping?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE


An open letter to everyone who thinks bug bites and canned beans are a good time.

Look, I get it. “Camping is so refreshing,” they say. “It’s healing! It helps you disconnect!”

Cool. So does turning your phone off and taking a nap in a real bed. Because let’s be honest—camping is just voluntary homelessness with snacks.

Yes, yes, I’ve heard the propaganda:

“It reduces stress!”
“It reconnects you with nature!”
“You’ll sleep better!”

Really? Have you ever tried sleeping in a zipped-up nylon taco, on top of a rock, while a mosquito EDM festival rages six inches from your face? Nature isn’t hugging you. It’s hazing you.

Let’s get into it.


1. The Weather Is a Liar
The app said sunny. You packed shorts. Now it’s 3 a.m., your sleeping bag’s a sponge, and you’re praying your tent doesn’t collapse in the downpour. Mother Nature doesn’t care about your forecast—she’s here to ruin your socks and your spirit.


2. Bugs: The True Camp Counselors
“Oh, just a few mosquitoes,” they said. Wrong. It’s an insect Thunderdome out there. Mosquitoes, spiders, ants, bees—plus one raccoon with dead eyes and a chip addiction. You’re not at the top of the food chain. You’re on the menu.


3. You Paid to Be Miserable
Congrats! You dropped $300 on gear to cosplay as a frontier orphan. No mattress. No bathroom. No fridge. Just you, the dirt, and a can of baked beans sweating in your backpack. It’s like glamping, minus the “glam.”


4. The Bathroom Situation (A Horror Story)
It’s midnight. You’re squatting over a questionable log. One hand’s holding a flashlight, the other is praying to the god of not-peeing-on-poison-ivy. This isn’t “rustic.” It’s trauma.


5. Fresh Air Exists in Cities Too
If you want to breathe clean air, open a window. You don’t have to wander into the woods like some kind of Wi-Fi-less pioneer to feel “connected.” There’s a park near your house. It has benches and cell reception.


6. Campfire Cooking Is a Scam
Grilled hot dogs on a stick you found near a squirrel nest? Wow. Truly the Iron Chef experience. And let’s not forget the burnt marshmallows—nothing says “nature cuisine” like charred sugar goo stuck to your molars.


7. Sleep? In This Economy?
Nature sounds peaceful… until you’re trying to sleep. Then it’s either murderously silent or an audio jungle of crickets, raccoons, owls, and something growling that you’re definitely not Googling right now. You won’t get REM. You’ll get hypervigilant.


Final Thoughts
Camping is a beautiful, wholesome way to deeply regret your choices. If your idea of fun is working hard to be cold, itchy, hungry, and slightly feral—great! Have at it.

As for me? I’ll be inside. With flush toilets, strong coffee, and the blessed hum of air conditioning. Nature can stay outside where it belongs—preferably behind a double-paned window. With a lock.

13 thoughts on “Camping: Because Paying to Be Miserable Is Apparently a Thing

  1. My wife and I camped our way across the US from Florida to California in 1999. She made us buy army cots, thank goodness. We left with a tent, a Coleman stove, a jeep, a couple camp chairs, two lamps (one propane, one battery) a beagle, a crate full of junk food, and about $500 bucks for gas. We saw a lot of America. And we made it to South Lake Tahoe.

    A few years ago I went through all that stuff in the garage, thinking “are we ever going to go camping again?” Nope. Stuffed it all in the trash, except the stove and the lamps, in case the power goes out.

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    1. I spent many a night on army cots. Looking up at the stars. Even woke up covered in snow a time or two. If you guys traveled allow the southern portion of the country, it was certainly a beautiful drive. I spent a night in most of those states. Most of the time there was no tent, but we had plenty of “poggy bait” (junk food).

      My wife tried to get me to go camping. I have daughters and couldn’t imagine dealing with that. However, we did a road trip from Cali to Florida. That was interesting. The last time I made that run I did it with my brother and that was definitely an adventure.

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  2. There’s a term for what you are describing. It’s called Type 2 Fun. You’re miserable when it happens, but enjoy telling the story about it later. That’s how I feel whenever I visit big cities, they stress me out.

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