Be safe... Wash your hands.
If the outdoors is so great...
Why is it, whenever someone goes there for more than a few hours, they start building shelter?
A person is just a brain, surrounded by bones, surrounded by muscles, surrounded by blood, surround by skin...
And camping is just a person, wrapped in clothes, wrapped in a sleeping bag, wrapped in a tent.
It's all just insulation against the outdoors.
Embodiment of earthly evisceration.
Catalyst of cataclysmic catastrophe.
Harbinger, of the horrible hellscape.
Pain, is just Weakness leaving the body...
through a gaping wound in your decrepit, flesh vessel.
Ultimately culminating in your eventual demise.
So... ya know... Stay chipper.
"From foulest pit, this witless twit,
The evil one name Mitch.
Whos gullet pouch,
Just hangs from mouth,
While eyes don't blink or twitch.
His twangy drawl, distended jaw,
and lacking spinal cord.
Make fleshy form,
A shapely human gourd.
Beware this foolish, knavely oaf,
Who lies, and speaks deceit.
This fecal pile,
Must surely lose his seat."