It was 82° here today on the coast of Maine with a nice breeze blowing most of the day. What’s not to love about that? 
(Now all you southerners know how we feel when you rub it in in the winter).
Yes – the summer depresses me too. Cold is invigorating and makes you feel alive. Heat, enervating.
I want:
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5 months of spring
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4 months of fall
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2 months of summer
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1 month of winter
Is there any place on earth like that?
Look at the bright side. You can build really big snowmen in your front yard 5 to 6 months a year.
Whine, whine, whine.
I f@#*#g LOVE summer. I f@#*#g HATE winter. Anything under 70F isn’t fit for humans to live in. I got the warm summer sun in my blood, and I love it!
Count me as another person who gets reverse SADS. Except that when I’m depressed, I become a zombified masochist who walks miles and miles on the unshaded side of the street, in 100% humidity, in 95 degree heat, so I can compound my depression with heat exhaustion. Fun times.
I love living in VA. After having grown up in Hotlanta and after having lived in South Florida for a few years, I now treasure a summer season that is hot, but not Africa-hot. And lately, our weather has been great.
I once visited Austin, Texas in September during a terrible drought. Everyone kept telling me I was just going to love the dry heat. Dry heat might be pleasant at 80-something degrees. But once you’re in the 100s, you’re talking blast furnace, all up in your face. All my mucus membranes dried out in the first five minutes. I could hear a squeak every time my eyes blinked. I did manage to enjoy my visit, but dayum that was a hot-ass place. I liked the architecture and thought the houses were just as cute as can be. But we’d have to be in the middle of the ice age for me to want to move there.
Drop the “I” as well. Just take 101 if you’re in a hurry, or 280 if you have some time and like a nice view. Northern Californians don’t put anything in front of the number.
You are aware that hallucinations are one of the symptoms of heatstroke, right? 
Summer in some places is certainly a bitch. OTOH, Summer in the Sierras or Rockies or at the beach can be pretty nice.
The Great Californian Hatred Metric is: everyone in California hates anyone who lives closer to Signal Hill (near Long Beach) than they do.
Everyone in Northern California hates everyone in Southern California.
Everyone north of Los Angeles hates Los Angeles; everyone south of L.A. hates L.A.
San Diego hates Orange County. Orange County hates Long Beach. Long Beach hates Signal Hill.
Santa Barbara hates Ventura. Ventura hates Santa Monica. Santa Monica hates El Segundo. E.S. hates Signal Hill.
Same for east/west. Palm Springs and Barstow, as different as they are, are united in their hatred for San Bernardo. S.B. hates Chino. Chino hates Yorba Linda…Fullerton…Cerritos…Signal Hill.
Signal Hill is California’s real Hellmouth. I haven’t been able to zero in on the exact intersection of streets. Might be the cemetery.
Sticky, humid days where it feels like you’re walking through mud. Pollen in the air wrecking havoc with your sinuses. And while I used to love a good thunder storms, nowadays anytime the barametric pressure drops, I get killer migraines. Oh, and stinkbugs. Lots of stinkbugs. And no hockey until October.
I’ve never been able to deal with the heat all that well. I like cold better – at least when it’s cold out you can always lkeep bundling up. But when it’s hot, there’s only so many layers you can take off – you can’t strip off your skin.
The only thing I do like about summer is that I LOVE to swim.
I feel like I am being whooshed. Ive lived my entire life in southern California and never met anyone who hates Signal Hill. In fact, it escapes the great La-OC hatefest. What am I missing?
I hate the usual Texas summer. The sun is my mortal enemy, so I work nights.
On the other hand, as was noted up thread, this summer hasn’t been that bad, yesterday was probably the first day I’d say was seasonably hot. The time usually occupied by the start of the hot season has been rainy and cool this year.
On the third hand, my darling just informed me that the A/C is throwing the breaker when the compressor comes on. If I don’t want to sleep in 100 degree heat, I get to wait up for an A/C guy when I get home. With yesterday being the first hot day, I’m sure they’ll be buried with calls. Joy.
I like 2 things on your list (fresh veggies and fireflies).
Summer is also chewy air from the humidity, a super bright sun that loves to pounce on my haven’t-found-a-foundation-pale-enough-yet skin, sun block for the aforementioned sun that is really good at having tiny dust etc. particles stick to it on contact (especially if you sweat, too, which… Duh) so it becomes a wonderful grimy feeling blech.
It’s also allergies, my delicate-little-flower dog being riDICulously emo because he loathes temps over 75, doing your hair and makeup for fancy events and having them get fucked up on the way over because of sweating (or, if you don’t have A/C, the joy of all that when going to work).
And for my fellow boobed-ladies, that wonnnnderful underboob sweat is simply divine. And having to pull my hair back and up (which I hate the looks of) when doing anything the least bit physical or else get some more nice sweat-slime at the nape of my neck (hey, which also requires more sunblock!). The blast furnace of the car is quite the treat, too.
Give me winter any goddamned day over summer. Fall -> Winter -> Spring ->
Summer. That’s my ranking of the seasons.
Superhero movies are the only thing that makes summer bearable.
God invented indoors for a reason. To keep summer out.
I think the fairly abrupt transition between cool, rainy and damp to blast furnace has been a big cause of my disgruntlement so far this summer. I mean, we literally went from highs somewhere around 80 degrees to highs somewhere north of 94 in the span of about a week.
I was just hoping that somehow the rainy, cool spring would somehow have a little bit of staying power and thus mitigate the super-hot July/August stretch, but apparently that is not to be. (projected heat index of 105 today? 
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I love fall - summer is over.
I like winter - opposite of summer.
I hate spring - summer is coming.
I loathe summer - notice a pattern here?
Probably not in that order.
Want some cheese to go with your own whine? 