I have friends that I wouldn't take money to have them camp with us. Good people, just not the bugs and breeze types. With a few of them, it isn't a matter of the stars, the nature, the comraderie of other campers; they just don't see the point. "Why drive to yellowstone when I can fly?" "Why camp when I can hotel?" The irony is I'm sure they would try to be gracious while inside struggling to tolerate such crude conditions, while I would be doing my best to accommodate their delicate natures and avoiding looking at my watch in their presence.
On the other hand, a good friend of ours was married to a drunk for 20 years. He was in the bars every weekend all weekend. One day, when their kids were still young, she decided to quit waiting on him to be a father and loaded her car with a tent and a cooler. She would go to campgrounds with one or two of her kids, pitch a tent by herself, build a fire, cook dinner and read stories with a flashlight, in hot buggy August nights and cool Aprils, didn't matter. Saturday afternoon, they would pack everything into the trunk of her little car and head back home, hubby none the wiser. I really respected that woman, and her kids turned out alright. Once the kids left home she gave her husband the boot too, lol.