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I have been camping with these people. I was invited to go out with them because one of them perceived that I was feeling depressed and kinda lonely. I was. They said that my job was getting the best of me. It is. So, I learned not to vent on my facebook, because the feedback that I got was that I was depressing and bringing people down, even if just by vaguebooking about somethings. I felt like my facebook was my time to say what I needed, without going into detail. I felt like it was better than calling someone and draining them out with my problem. I figured I'd vaguebook instead. Well I guess that I made a bad impression, so I stopped that.
I did take up the camping with these people. It seemed like fun at the beginning. Then the second trip a lady lost her temper because I drove too slow.
The next trip someone really blew up at me because I didn't know how to take down their tent. They said that they were doing it with me, not for me. I get that. So, I bought my own gear and started to put it up myself. I was getting better at it. Not good enough, I guess. We got the tent up in 40 minutes. It was easy and pretty good. No big deal. I only stayed two nights. They stayed one week. I was required to spend about six hours breaking everything down with them. All that for staying for two days? I helped and helped and helped, and then when I asked for someone to help me fold up my tent, yet someone else completely blew up. She started shaking out my tent, could've ripped it, almost shouted at me about finding the corners. I nearly took it out of her hands and told me to give it back. Then, I walked up to another person and asoked if she needed help. She got very irate (the second time) and nearly exploded. She said she was trying to be polite, but yeah, she needed some f**** help, what did I think. I said I was just asking, which made her more angry. Wow.
Then there was Saturday night, when I went and had dinner with another camp. The lead guy from my camp came looking for me, made a scene in front of everyone, and said where was I for dinner and that it was my night to clean up. No one told me that it was on our night to clean up, nor was it on our list of chores emailed out at the beginning. I have an extremely demanding job. I don't need another occupation with a bad boss and someone who is miserable and hates every thing I do.
The worst part about it was that I was invited to go camping with them because my own family is so angry and dysfunctional that is impossible. Why would I choose to do this? Is this really some kind of alternative. Why is it that when I am doing my best in life that it seems like there is always someone to tell me what a horrible job I am doing and what a f*** up I am. Am I really that dumb? I didn't think so.
I have been camping with these people. I was invited to go out with them because one of them perceived that I was feeling depressed and kinda lonely. I was. They said that my job was getting the best of me. It is. So, I learned not to vent on my facebook, because the feedback that I got was that I was depressing and bringing people down, even if just by vaguebooking about somethings. I felt like my facebook was my time to say what I needed, without going into detail. I felt like it was better than calling someone and draining them out with my problem. I figured I'd vaguebook instead. Well I guess that I made a bad impression, so I stopped that.
I did take up the camping with these people. It seemed like fun at the beginning. Then the second trip a lady lost her temper because I drove too slow.
The next trip someone really blew up at me because I didn't know how to take down their tent. They said that they were doing it with me, not for me. I get that. So, I bought my own gear and started to put it up myself. I was getting better at it. Not good enough, I guess. We got the tent up in 40 minutes. It was easy and pretty good. No big deal. I only stayed two nights. They stayed one week. I was required to spend about six hours breaking everything down with them. All that for staying for two days? I helped and helped and helped, and then when I asked for someone to help me fold up my tent, yet someone else completely blew up. She started shaking out my tent, could've ripped it, almost shouted at me about finding the corners. I nearly took it out of her hands and told me to give it back. Then, I walked up to another person and asoked if she needed help. She got very irate (the second time) and nearly exploded. She said she was trying to be polite, but yeah, she needed some f**** help, what did I think. I said I was just asking, which made her more angry. Wow.
Then there was Saturday night, when I went and had dinner with another camp. The lead guy from my camp came looking for me, made a scene in front of everyone, and said where was I for dinner and that it was my night to clean up. No one told me that it was on our night to clean up, nor was it on our list of chores emailed out at the beginning. I have an extremely demanding job. I don't need another occupation with a bad boss and someone who is miserable and hates every thing I do.
The worst part about it was that I was invited to go camping with them because my own family is so angry and dysfunctional that is impossible. Why would I choose to do this? Is this really some kind of alternative. Why is it that when I am doing my best in life that it seems like there is always someone to tell me what a horrible job I am doing and what a f*** up I am. Am I really that dumb? I didn't think so.
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It sounds like you're going camping with crazy people. Never-mind them
ruining something meant to be enjoyable, I wouldn't want to be alone, out in the woods, with people flipping out over tent folding and chores. You're not even getting paid to deal with them.
I hope good things come your way very soon and that you don't let that bad experience turn you against camping. The bugs diving into your food as once it's finally ready, the long walk to the bathroom, the rustling in the bushes and the fear of what will emerge - those are the things that should turn someone against camping:)
The best thing that happened to me was when I blew up when someone was treating me like that. I didn't curse that out or anything just told them about themselves and their hypocrisy. Totally shut them up for that argument. I'm not a person who likes to confront people. I tend to shut down a lot. But have been working on it through my husband. I just need to work on it with coworkers and other family.