I prefer the cold. This is partly because Australia doesn’t have proper winters (not in the major cities anyway), and partly because of the reasons listed above concerning amount of clothing.
But, I feel also need to mention the pressure summer puts on you.
Summer’s a blast if you’re happy. Things are great, you party all the time, you can go to the beach, you see girls in bikinis, you drink lots.
But if nothing’s going right in summer, the hot weather just rubs your face in it. Yeah, people are falling in love and having a great time, but what are you doing? You’re sitting around feeling hot, and you’re alone, and the weather’s great for hanging out at the beach, but you aren’t doing that because nobody loves you. And you can’t even get good and mopey because it’s so damn sunny outside.
Winter is the opposite. If it’s cold and things are great, it doesn’t matter. You’re still having fun, you’re still partying, and if you’ve got a significant other, well, as The Promise Ring says in Pink Chimneys “it’s only cold when you sleep alone.” You snuggle up close, you wear long coats and you sit inside staring out at the elements, glad that you’ve got heat and warmth and love in with you.
And if things suck in winter, the cold weather sympathises with you. You feel grey inside, and it’s grey outside. Good! Why should the world be happy when you’re not? And you’re not missing out on anything sitting here inside feeling sorry for yourself and lying in bed all day, because there are no girls in bikinis, there aren’t any romantic walks along the beach and there certainly aren’t wild summer parties going on.
And besides, in winter girls put all this cute clothing on and look really hot.