Here’s something: I used to pretend to love camping.
It started when I dated and almost married an avid outdoorsman. I spent hours struggling up steep inclines, shivering in “zero degree” sleeping bags, and stirring beans over a fire. I went rock climbing and pooed in the woods. I had Northface underwear.
It took me years after the fact to finally admit that I hate camping. It was revolutionary, really. One day I was sitting around with friends and we were discussing our various camping experiences; tents, bears, rivers, overlooks, fires that wouldn’t start….and it just came out. I feel claustrophobic in tents! I get blisters just looking at my hiking shoes! Mosquitoes are my nemesis! I don’t even like Northface!
It’s just one of those things, you know? One of those things you’re supposed to love because everyone else loves it and you don’t want to be left out.
There are other things too; ketchup, rollerskating, olives, bowling. I don’t like that stuff either, except now I just say it.
Admittedly, some of things I haven’t liked over the years have eventually become some of my best loves. For example: breakfast, Mozart, smelly cheese. But camping? I don’t know if it was idiocy, immaturity, or extreme FOMO that had me clamming up before–but let me tell you something, saying what you don’t love is often just as powerful as saying what you do.
What about you? Are you faking joy over mini golf? Pretending to enjoy seltzer water? Do you love not camping?