Just my own personal story. My nature is an intensely emotional one. I feel highs and lows very strongly. I love cold and I HATE winter warmth. Although I love snow, growing up int he NC coastal plain snow was too rare to really base my emotions on.
When I say I obsess over the weather, I am being literal; I am have battled with OCD almost all of my life, and when the pattern sucks, it genuinely fills my thoughts and gets me very down. Genuine winter torches leave me morose and irritable (on the flip side, when we were in epic deep freeze last January my wife noted that I was in a really good mood).
I absolutely, positively, really really really do not want to start an AGW debate here, but for the purpose of this post just know that I personally believe it to be scientific fact. Given this imagine the mental distress I feel as year after year I believe that I feel the very existence of a meaningful winter slowly dying bit by bit. And it's not just winter IMBY that weighs on me. I love the idea of cold and ice/snow wherever it is. I spend hours reading about and just thinking about the beautiful sound of the cold wind blowing across the desolate tundra or antarctic plateau. The thought of those places slowly thawing feels me with real pain.
I know this may sound melodramatic and ridiculous, but you can't really help what you love. In any event I come to this board to share my feelings with those who at least have some idea what I am talking about. No one else in my life really understands: not my parents or my brother or wife etc.