Dear Portland,
The last time I went camping was in high school. And it was for a choir retreat, so it wasn't like I went to camp for funsies, like the rest of you seem to do multiple times a year. Perhaps you can't tell by my skinny jeans and plaid shirts that I, too, am a Portlander, and by nature I too would like to go camping.
Living in Portland for the past thirteen years, I have met many friends with heterogeneous backgrounds and interests, who all love to go camping. Some do it all year round, some only do it when the weather is nice. Unfortunately, nobody wants to take me camping. They like to talk about it, keeping me informed of when and where they are going, and how relaxing and salubrious their trip was upon their return. When I tell them that I haven't gone camping in YEARS, they responded with utter bewilderment, wanting to know why. Well, here are my reasons:
1) I don't drive.
2) Even if I did, I wouldn't want to go alone.
3) I wanna go with friends.
4) Friends are always too busy CAMPING WITH OTHER FRIENDS.
So here are my pleas: either take me camping with you, or shut the fuck up about it. Just say you were going to the movies or something, for a week. I'll believe you.
Summer is almost over. I'm starting a new job soon. Wanna be a nice person? TAKE ME CAMPING WITH YOU! I want to experience nature. I want to hear brooks babble, hear wild birds chirp, hear crickets crick. The closest I get to nature these days is when I meditate to recorded nature sounds. I NEED YOU!!!
With love,
S.