the "i want summer!! i want winter!!" complain cycle

It's only natural to get sick of certain weather after a long time. When you're sweating your balls off, you long for snow; and when snow falls, you moan for summer. I am certainly that type of person and I've come to the consensus, that out of those extremes, late spring and early autumn are best.

Now I hear you - "Hey, that's just summer and the time before and after??" well no! Summer is wonderful, but sweat is my nr.1 enemy. I cannot stand having everything stick to me, and feel my skin developing sunburn after taking the trash out or pissing off the sun somehow while out and about.

Winter also isn't the best since it's the depressing, disease and schoolwork-grind season. At the start you need to get used to the sudden cold, and at the end.. oh don't get me started. Everything is soaking wet. Wear too many layers? Now you'll overheat and be super uncomfortable. Wear to little? Have fun being sick.

But late spring? It's great since heatwaves aren't as common, and it's becoming hoodie/long sleeve shirt season. Early autumn? The leaves are beautiful, you get to reminisce about how the summer went. Also honorable mention: "christian girl autumn" (I'm not christian, but that september - early november timespan brings the hipster out of me.)

But what about spring and autumn? They're more like transitions from their harsher forms.

This isn't to say that your favorite season sucks, this is just a train of thought that I wanted to share.

What are your thoughts?

Toodles, sparklefarts

[TL;DR - the summer vs winter debate is dumb]