Boy, do you love the great outdoors. You would live in the mountains surviving off berries and tree bark if you could. You are one with the wilderness, but, like, the city has so much cool shit that you would be hardpressed to just up and leave it. While it's hard to straight walk up to people and be all "I snowboarded in the Himalayas last weekend and it was radical, dude," your visible wool socks is the equivalent of rubbing pine needles and shit-covered leaves into their face.