My break is a little less than two weeks away and I was asking around and asking what some people are doing for it. One of my friends told me he was going camping. I started laughing and told him some of my top reasons that I hate camping.

Bugs.

I mean, come on. I hate bugs and it doesn't matter what kind of bug. They are all bad, and one of my worst fears is waking up to having a whole army of ants on me. Or even better, swallowing them when I'm sleeping.

Sleeping in tents.

I think my bed at school is pretty bad. So one can only imagine how I feel about possibly sleeping on a cold hard surface with rocks. Also, tents aren't made for more than two people so try sleeping with three people in one.

Rain.

Rain is not beautiful when your sleeping in it! One of my first camping experiences happened when I was middle school at sleep-away camp. I didn't want to go in the first place but I was forced to go anyway. When I got up the next morning my tent, my sleeping bag and my toilet paper was all sopping wet.

No toilets.

I like my indoor plumbing and privacy. I don't want to have to go out in the woods to go the bathroom, squat behind a tree and not knowing who's behind me.

No shower.

Also I like my indoor plumbing. I would rather not bathe somewhere where I do not know what's in the water. But swimming in it is okay.

No water unless you boil it.

I cannot imagine living somewhere for an extended period of time without direct access to water. I'm just way too used to having water pouring out of my sink.

Being possibly attacked by a bear or a skunk.

I have read enough and seen enough camping stories to know that there are more animals that live in the forest that can kill you. Imagine waking up to a bear outside of your camp tent.

Electricity.

Okay I need electricity not for watching Nextflix, not because of the wifi, but because I like for it light when your supposed to be up. Whenever I don't have power it bothers me when it gets dark before I have to go to bed.

Forest Fires.

One of my top fears is fire. Every time I even go near one, even if contained I cannot help thinking about some part of it landing on me and catching it on fire.

The unknown.

Just in general the thought of not knowing what is going to happen scares me. There are so many variables in camping to think about, i.e. what can go right and what can go wrong.