My best friends were consistently trying to get myself and others to go camping, and I consistently refused.
Last week, they tricked myself and others into going camping with them, and I was furious.
They told myself and others they were going to the beach and asked myself and others to go along. I adore the beach, and in our area, it is consistently a good locale to sunbathe. I agreed to go with them with no hesitation. When the two of us got there, they pulled tents out of the car and started setting them up. I thought the two of us were going to a hotel or back home. I didn’t know the two of us were going to be staying on the beach. I asked where they expected myself and others to go to the bathroom or get a shower. They pointed to the shower you used after being in the ocean, which was outdoors. I said I was going home, even if I had to walk, and they laughed. I wanted heating at night, even if it was still hot in the daytime. I wanted to be beach condo where I had a perfectly good Heating and A/C method and I could be hot and safe at night. I didn’t want sand fleas in my clothing and on my skin, and I honestly did not want to sleep on the sand or in a tent. I asked my best friend to take myself and others home, but she refused. I swore to trust none of them again. The only saving grace about the weekend was that a single girl bought a portable space heating system for the tent. I would not freeze to death at night.