To go, or not to go...?

So, a good buddy of mine wants me to go to a debate team camp-out. But I'm not so sure if I want to go. Yes, I'm on the debate team. Yes, I love camping. NO, I do NOT love the members of the debate team.

Their egos are way too inflated for my taste. Most of them can't stand me (love me, hate me, either way they're thinking about me.) and I'm not sure if I could stand being in a tent with them for three days.

If I DON'T go, I'll spend that entire weekend wondering what they're doing, if they're making fun of me, etc etc (I'm pretty paranoid). If I DO go, I'll probably spend the weekend in my corner of the tent (I have this thing about corners... I like them...) listening to music with my notebook on my lap, trying to ignore my friends who are bothering me like little buzzy flies.

Rawr. Such is the dilemma of my life.