• riodoro1@lemmy.world
    20·
    1 year ago

    Yes, the time of year with constant depression and the only outdoor activity being surviving is my favorite.

    • Pfnic@feddit.ch
      18·
      1 year ago

      I’m constantly depressed in Winter because of the short days. Nothing more depressing than having to leave home for work in the dark and only returning when it’s already dark.

        • kat@lemmy.ca
          10·
          1 year ago

          Yeah that’s not how seasonal affective disorder works. I can view the starry night sky as magical the same as anyone else but not enough bright light hitting my eyeballs will result in me being depressed as fuck.

          • typo@sh.itjust.works
            5·
            1 year ago

            I feel that so hard. Where I work, inside a big refrigerated box inside a warehouse, there are times the only natural light I see is when I go outside for my breaks (for a total of a bit less than an hour). I live far enough north that it’s dark when I start and dark when I end my shift. And yeah, that fucks with me pretty good

            I have always found the night sky absolutely magical. And even when I’m in that state, there’s something humbling and welcoming and comforting looking up at the stars and realizing that my feelings of “I don’t matter” are valid because I am nothing in this great universe; and those moments are ok because everyone and everything are so insignificant in relation to the vastness of our universe

    • RaivoKulli@sopuli.xyz
      4·
      1 year ago

      I don’t know where you live that item like that. In Finland there’s a shitload of activities during winter

      • riodoro1@lemmy.world
        2·
        1 year ago

        I just dont like the outside when its always wet and dark. I enjoy skiing but my motivation to go out drops below zero with the temperatures

    • Syrc@lemmy.world
      4·
      1 year ago

      This, so much. I hate the heat as much as anyone else, but the cold isn’t any better and at least in summer there’s more stuff to do and more sun for my Vitamin D-lacking ass.

  • kat@lemmy.ca
    15·
    1 year ago

    Well summer never made me want to kill myself so I tend to prefer it. Severe seasonal affective disorder is interesting.

    That said these days I have ways of dealing with it. Turns out running during the winter days is kinda neat because you end up getting endorphins and UV. I also have one of those SAD lamps and they truly work for me. Nowadays I like winter a lot more - especially cozy stuff like knitting and tea.

    I do think that the world’s increasing waistlines affect people’s attitude about summer. I know that the bigger you are, the more miserable the heat can feel. Plus wearing revealing clothes isn’t fun for everyone, especially with things like chub rub. On the flip side, being skinny makes you pretty cold so the winter can be miserable. I know that no amount of layers would help the ache in my bones when I was underweight.

    This is why autumn is bae. Hot enough to be outside, cold enough to not sweat, pretty colours and harvest activities, Halloween… Autumn wins. Close second is spring, which I hear is fabulous in many places, but in Canada is mostly just freezing winter temperatures, one week of trees blooming, and then just 30 C temperatures after that.

      • kat@lemmy.ca
        3·
        1 year ago

        That’s your experience. No matter how well I dress, I can’t stop my bones from aching in the cold. On the flip side, I’m typically comfortable in the heat, even in 38 Celsius temps. I obviously have an upper limit of like 40-45C, but so do most humans.

        Likewise it’s not really safe to chill outside in -40 to -50C for most humans either. At that point you’re getting frostbite through the wool underlayers, and the exposed skin will literally sting.

        • GBU_28@lemm.eeEnglish
          2·
          1 year ago

          We are in this thread discussing our experiences, so, valid all around. For most folks who don’t have bone ache(that sucks), effective layering provides an “out” from the cold. Once you are in shorts and a shirt, there’s nothing more you can do to be more comfortable in the heat (aside from an alternate, bedouin strategy) but that’s not really relevant in western countries. Maybe it will be soon.

          I think we can both agree heat plus humidity is the absolute worst. Heat on its own is certainly the lesser evil

  • terwn43lp@lemmy.world
    14·
    1 year ago

    future humans will spend summers trying to survive in air conditioning, & spend winters trying to survive in air conditioning. we did this to ourselves

  • Ejh3k@midwest.social
    9·
    1 year ago

    I feel like people who like snow have never had to wake up at 3am to start a 15 hour shift of snow plowing and removal. And then another day of it, and several more.

    Snow plowing and removal at a scale larger than my driveway and sidewalks is fucking horrible. I used to love and enjoy snow prior to it being part of my job.

  • Beefalo@midwest.socialEnglish
    9·
    1 year ago

    I have to remind myself that I’m in Ohio, and that nothing happens here, especially the hottest seven days in human history, I think we barely hit 90s this year. They happened somewhere. Not here.

    So of course, I wouldn’t understand why all the hateposts about summer. It doesn’t kill people here. Winter does. Winter has black ice and doing a clownfall onto the back of your head that kills you or breaks a bone under (inconsolable weeping) American healthcare, so yeah, if that stuff doesn’t happen to you in winter but summer hits 100F I’m sure you think summer lovers are crazy people.

      • AlligatorBlizzard@sh.itjust.works
        3·
        1 year ago

        I was so sick of summer that I moved to Minnesota, but indoor swimming pools are just weird. They’re always awkwardly echoing spaces that smell funny and the water is frigid. I really miss nice outdoor swimming pools.

  • miss_brainfart@lemmy.ml
    5·
    1 year ago

    I prefer the cold to the heat, but snow and ice can go fuck themselves too. One time, it took me over five hours to drive home from uni, something that should take 50 minutes. A woman died in that traffic, she froze in her car