Tell me something you dislike doing that most people enjoy.

[heirloomgal]

Camping. Deprivation and discomfort disguised as leisure.

 

[baymule]

I’ll tell y’all some thing I do like to do, but haven’t in a very long time. I like hunting and fishing. I’ll clean and process any type of wild game, but I loathe cleaning Fish!

 

[flowerbug]

Camping. Deprivation and discomfort disguised as leisure.

a fresh carnivore treat wrapped in a very thin green skin, sleeping... yeah right...

 

[Artichoke Lover]

doing dishes. Vacuuming. HATE BOTH.

I think everyone hated doing dishes. And most people dislike vaccuming. I don’t mind it but I don’t particularly care for it either.

Getting a manicure. Senseless for me, I USE my hands! The idea of getting fake nails, those long talons I see women wearing is utterly foreign to me.

I don’t like shopping, I have better things to do. I get what I want and go home. Like @Pulsegleaner i cannot stand watching sports, especially on TV. In person it might be fun, but tickets to games have gotten stupid expensive.

Spending more than one day at the beach. One day is fun, second day is getting boring, third day is driving me insane with boredom. A week vacation on a beach would be punishment for me.

I also hate manicures. Fake nails scare me and do does letting random people touch my hands with sharp objects and chemicals. If I want my nails done for something I can do it myself at home for about 30¢ instead of $30.

 

[Cosmo spring garden]

Camping. Deprivation and discomfort disguised as leisure.

😆🤣 I agree!

 

[Phaedra]

I’ll tell y’all some thing I do like to do, but haven’t in a very long time. I like hunting and fishing. I’ll clean and process any type of wild game, but I loathe cleaning Fish!

okok, you hunt I clean!

 

[flowerbug]

I think everyone hated doing dishes. And most people dislike vaccuming. I don’t mind it but I don’t particularly care for it either.

i enjoy doing dishes.

i don't like vacuuming at all (the noise and dust) and we don't have carpets here so that is avoided. we dust the floors a few times a month. it's quiet.

 

[baymule]

okok, you hunt I clean!

Cleaning game is ok, even a gut shot deer doesn’t faze me. It’s the darn fish I don’t like to clean!!! But an electric knife makes it bearable to cut fillets. LOL

 

[ducks4you]

Camping. Deprivation and discomfort disguised as leisure.

Camping can be one of two things:
1) great joy
or
2) torture
It's ALL about knowledge and preparation.
Both DH and I started camping as a Boy Scout and a Girl Scout. I learned about not putting too many people in a tent and how to roll my clothes in a bedroll (or sleeping bag) and how to roll it really tight and tie it shut with a rope. DH and I Really learned most about camping as CW Reenactors. Never realized at the time, but we camped with 100 to 31,000 others, and most of them had a loaded weapon in the tents, just in case. NEVER camp in the Rockies by yourself!! Bears are curious. So are the crazy people who knock off people who sometimes are never found again.
We also learned that you NEVER kept food in your tent. Find a tree and hang it a safe distance away. ONLY water in your canteen belongs with you in your tent.
Best way to start a campfire is with firestarters, like the ones I continue to make with cardboard egg cartons, lint OR pine shavings, and use a candle warmer on candles that have stopped burning, and your pour the wet wax until you soak it. Break them off one or more at a time. They can't get wet and unusable.
MOST IMPORTANTLY, we have always used canvas tents, which shed water. Even when we have been washed out from heavy rains, we have dug trenches around the tent and stayed relatively dry.
Only ONCE did we have bad camping. It was the year that Youngest DD was going on a SD trip with us.
SOMEHOW DH decided we should take a camping trip with my Saturn L200, even though we had a perfectly good truck in the garage. Then, middle DD invited herself.
We STILL don't know how we packed that trunk!
We took nylon tents, and, predictably, they leaked. Don't think I slept well even though we had roll out sleeping bag mats.
When I went to GS camp two years in a row in Michigan, the camp had elevated tent supports for wall tents that opening in both the front and the back. There were 2 steps up into the tent, both sides, and we had 4 cots/tent. Everybody put their day clothes underneath our sleeping bags, and surprising, they were dry every morning. I kept this habit and while reenacting EVERYTHING lose got tied up, boots were close and available for the middle of the night, we made our bed on top of two gum blankets (rubberized capes used when it rained), then the horse's saddle pads.) Many reenactments supplied straw, and we used that, too.

 

[ducks4you]

BEST reenactment story, at least for me.
1st Red River Campaign, marching from Nagitoches to Pleasant Hill, LA.
Supposedly a 12 mile march every day. Most of our ~40 man group didn't take a tent, just created stick support and put their gum blanket over them to stay dry at night. Started marching on a Sunday.
By Wednesday night the temperatures had dropped to 34 degrees F, and set an early April record low, PLUS it was raining. Most of the guys ditched their wet beds and built a huge bonfire in the cow pasture where we were camped.
There were two tents still up. OURS, which was really a Fly/Tent (imagine making a tent from a canvas drop cloth.)
The other was our commander and the guy writing about the event for a popular periodical of the time.
We had been given daily rations--rice, sausage, cabbage, chocolate.
The writer decided to pocket his chocolate and sleep in his clothes.
WE two had 4 horse pads and then our bedroll, and it was getting wet around our bed. Still we slept well.
The other tent. a roomy and dry A frame, was lined with 4 bales of hay.
Middle of the night I kept waking up as the guys were audibly marvelling at their fire.
Then, a mouse crawled up the writer's leg, he jumped up, tent went down.
Our tent was the only one up in the morning.
Writer had notes about how women shouldn't "play soldier" at events.
I had always figured, MY horses, that I care for 365/year, MY call.
National Guard bugged out everybody but DH, me, Commander and writer bc I had brought 4 horses and we a 36 mile ride to our parking lot with the trailer.
We gave our Best horse for the writer to ride. Still, he was miserable. I kept offering him snacks from my haversack, but he would not be comforted.
Never did write that article.