Don’t date somebody who despises winter because they will leave you for five to six months of the year. Whether or not they want to, they will leave. Even if it appears as if you’re sitting right next to them, they have already left. They’re gone. They’ve been swallowed by the immense cold and they’re suffocating; they can’t move forward - hell, they can’t move at all. They’re put on hold. Seasonal affective disorder? Ha, sad! Sad, sad, and sad some more! They’re no longer themselves. The cold months become nothing more but a countdown until they are themselves again (which is incredibly tiring), and up to six months is a long time for somebody to not be themselves. It’s such a long time that you might start wondering if it really is who they are, and that maybe those other six months - the warm ones - are just a slight pick-me-up added onto their true miserable and uninspired selves.
Don’t date somebody who despises winter because they’re lazy. They’ll take a relaxing summer day at the beach in a heartbeat, but throw a day of shoveling snow at them and all they’ll want to do is sleep.
Don’t date somebody who despises winter because they fear change. The summer-lovers love the familiar. They all have their own ideas of the perfect day, the way things should be and feel, and once anything interrupts this and changes it, they don’t know what to do with themselves. They don’t know how to deal with things. They run away. They hibernate.
Don’t date somebody who despises winter because they’re selfish. You don’t have to make or buy anybody presents during the summer. Winter-despisers are equivalent to Ebenezer Scrooge. Ebenezer Scrooge without the Ghost of Christmas Past, that is.
Don’t date somebody who despises winter because they think too much. They will allow themselves to think to the point of destruction. They might claim that when summer approaches, their minds finally “wake up”, they finally feel free to create again - to be inspired once more, and to be the best selves they can possibly be, but most of them don’t realize that winter is actually the season they spend most of their time thinking. Truth be told, their brains aren’t doing anything close to sleeping during the winter. They may not be inspired to do anything of use when it’s cold out, but they are still constantly thinking, constantly over-analyzing, constantly worrying. They will stay indoors; they will stay awake all night; they will spend all this time thinking about the things that trouble them (thus creating more things that trouble them). They spend winter creating their own personal hells, and building onto them more and more as each freezing day passes. They might not realize it, but summer allows them to escape their mind - their own worst enemy. Summer fulfills them with the perfect environment to somewhat unconsciously and temporarily forget about everything that ties them down. Sure, the comforting warmth on their backs and the fully green leaves on the trees might inspire them enough to write a lovely poem or a beautiful song, but nothing digs deeper into their soul like winter does. Summer, to them, is just a nicer and easier way of dealing with winter thoughts. Their worries become easier to throw into artistic outlets in the summertime, but their worries never fully dissolve into those artistic outlets; they never fully disappear. There will always, always be worries. It is always winter in some sense for those who despise winter.
Don’t date somebody who despises winter because they don’t know how to resolve problems. On top of that, they’re often either completely unwilling to or just too incredibly scared to even try. All of that paralyzed time spent thinking, and yet they still have no solutions. Winter may just very well be the tiniest problem they have.
If you must date somebody who despises winter, do the both of you a favor and leave once November comes.
