An interesting conundrum

At least half the inhabitants of Michigan spend the winter bitching and complaining about how cold it is. Now winter is coming to an end. It’s raining instead of snowing. It’s 40 degrees instead of 10. This is March; this is when it’s supposed to become spring. I’m okay with it.

Yet the Michiganders still complain. “I hate the rain.” “The weather is SO terrible.” “It’s so gloomy outside.” Blah blah blah.

And when it turns to summer, they’ll complain about how humid it is.

And when it becomes fall, how fast the summer ended.

Yet, if a single outsider complains about their weather, they immediately become defensive. “It IS Michigan. The weather changes all the time. If you don’t like it, just wait an hour.” The phrase is said jokingly between Michiganders, but not so much to the outsider. Perhaps disguised as a joke, but said with squinted eyes and tightened lips.