The least favorite season of the year.

While every summer I suffered from pollen allergies, it was difficult to choose the most unpleasant season because it wasn't clear which was worse: winter, when I was constantly sluggish due to the darkness and cold, or summer, when going outside could at best make it impossible to breathe normally, and at worst, lead to a few days in the hospital. Now, it's difficult to choose because the local winters aren't dark or cold, and I don't have allergies to the local summer flowers. I don't have allergies to winter flowers either. The only allergy I have left is to air conditioners, but they work both in summer and winter, so they don't affect my perception of the time of year.