Right now I’m thinking “Oh, sure will be nice when it’s a little cool and I can wear a jacket, and the leaves are falling, and the air smells all autumny.” And of course in the fall I’m thinking about snow and the smell of people using their fireplaces, at which point I can’t wait for spring to begin.
Maybe I need to see my local Buddhist about living in the present or somesuch. Anyone else like this?
You’re a man ahead of your time, Rand.
My favorite season is the current season. Even though I hate being cold, I feel sad when spring comes along. Even though I hate the allergies of spring, I feel sad when summer comes along.
I think I’m just hyper sensitive to time passing.
I’m always content in the summer. Fall is nice around here but it depresses me a little. Winter makes me long for summer. Spring makes me really look forward to summer.
The older I get, the more I dread winter. And I’m getting to be the age when slipping on ice can be real serious. Now it’s gotten to the point where I hate fall, because winter isn’t far away.
I used to hate summer, before I got central AC in my house.
Some friends & I were discussing this a few weeks ago, and, in Memphis at least, we all disagreed. Hereabouts, everybody’s favorite season is autumn. Winter is brief, cold, wet, & miserable; summer is long, hot, and apt to drought; spring is just wet & miserable. But fall is crisp, pleasant, and beloved.
My favorite is duck season.
I was hoping this was going to be a football thread. 
Everyone knows the year is divided thusly:
Football Season, Playoff Season, Draft Season, and Training Camp/OTA Season.
I have to admit I prefer fall over summer. Summer’s hot and humid and gross. There’s something about the crispness of fall. Not too hot, not too cold. It’s just perfect.
Sounds like a basic “having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting” issue. Things in the future can exist in the ideal state because they’re in the future. Our minds can shape a wonderful vision of them with the irritating details edited out. When those things actually arrive, they quickly descend from that ideal into brute material existence, which is much less pleasant.
This. And because you’re always perpetually looking forward to the next season, Rand, you’re benefited by the joy of anticipation without so much letdown when reality strikes. I think you kind of have a racket going, to be honest.
Yep, I’m the same way. Summer is just no fun at all in Memphis. It’s too hot for me to do anything at all. I don’t even want to get into an air conditioned car and travel to another air conditioned building. The humidity is overbearing some days.
Spring? We don’t even have a spring. We have late winter, a few days where it feels good, then it rains like crazy, then suddenly Leon’s telling us to stay cool any way we can.