Good grief, there's some real arseholes on this thread. I'm delighted for those who like this time of year, but it shouldn't be a shock to you that not everyone feels the same about everything as you do. The OP hasn't said anyone is wrong or weird to like spring; she just asked if other people who don't like spring want to talk about it.
OP, I completely understand where you're coming from. This time of year feels weirdly harsh to me and I really, really hate it when the clocks change in March. I know lots of people love lighter evenings and I completely understand why, but I just don't feel like that at all.
To me, when the clocks change, the evenings just feel bleak and exposing, as if someone had pulled the duvet off my bed.
It's not that I don't like the new life of spring - I do. I love nature, I love seeing the birds nesting, I love seeing blossom and daffodils and all that stuff. I can spend hours watching the birds in my garden; it's one of my favourite things to do. I did a bit of gardening yesterday and cleared all the dead stuff out of the flowerbeds and it was nice to see all the little green shoots at the bottom poking up out of the soil where the perennials are waking up again. I like being outdoors.
I think it's maybe that for me, the end of the year feels like something I've successfully completed... and then the signs of spring/pre-spring appear and I think 'Oh god, I've got to do this all over again? ALREADY?!'
I know that sounds weird, but for me, the end of the year is like a climb to the top of a massive hill. It's not a horrible climb, there are nice things on the way and some bits are easier than others. And the higher up the hill I get, when the landscape changes as you're closer to the top, the more I feel spurred on and the more I enjoy it. The end of the year is like reaching the top, looking at the incredible view and thinking 'Hooray! I've done it!'. Like I said - it's not been a horrible climb, but I'm knackered, and as I've climbed all that way, I want to enjoy the view from the top for a good bit longer, not start again immediately from the sodding bottom.
For me, spring absolutely does feel like starting again from the bottom.
I'm really glad lots of people do love it, and I certainly do sympathise with people who hate winter. My mum and my brother, for instance, both find winter a real struggle and I'm pleased to see them perk up when the days start lengthening. But I personally experience exactly the opposite feeling to them.