[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Howsabout...

Allergies. When you are required to shift chairs every time the wind changes course to avoid a face full of cigarette smoke (eew). And when the wind changes and the smoke from the bonfire makes you fall over coughing. And when you wake up in the middle of the night and can't breath through your nose because you're sleeping in the middle of the woods (well, the outskirts) in a pine cabin with pine furniture and pine decorations...

Or acute paranoia. "We're on the edge of the statelands that there's a mountain lion hanging out in. Let's walk the 1/2 mile uphill to the cabin at midnight alone." Oh god, were those eyes!?!?

Or skinned knees. I know they aren't so bad, but when you're trying to show off and your success is lessened by the fact that you forgot that pavement hurts to slide on, the newly acquired raw spots on foot, ankle, and knee serve as neat reminders that you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.