I don't care if you think I'm full of shit, I think you're being an idiot*.
To deny that the time of year in which one is born makes no difference to that person's development and personality is to deny that external forces, things, stimuli, etc have an effect on humans.
To deny that this does not follow a relatively cyclical pattern denies that the earth is different during different parts of the year.
In the winter, the sun shines on the planet for a shorter period of time. Many people experience a malaise during the winter due to the shortened daylight hours. When we were farmers, we saved for this time, but had less work. In the summer, when the daylight was long, there was more work to do. Sunup to Sundown in the summer might be 5am to 9pm, in the winter, it is 7am to 5pm. Now we have to work the same amount of time year round, when our bodies, much like the trees, respond to the shortened daylight hours by making us lazier, more tired, and for some, depressed.
To say this would not affect an infant is to deny that external stimuli shape our person. The Nature vs. Nurture debate is classic, and more and more we are learning that Nurture plays an important role in shaping who we are. Where once it was fact that women were not good at x, y, or z, we are learning that they are not good at it because they were not encouraged to be good at it.
Research on the few feral children that have been found has indicated that maybe even our conciousness and intelligence are shaped by nurture. If a child never hears someone talk, they will not develop language. Feral children are fascinating, go ahead and research them.
Nothing can predict the future, but we can examine how our past shaped our present. There is essentially one source of information about the effect of the time of year of birth on the individual. Science seems to have ignored this aspect, probably because the variables are very numerous and the results are not always obvious. But the one source has been around for a long time, developed back when people stayed in the same village all their lives. Observing the behavior of a summer baby and a winter baby as they grew was easier, and the external stimuli were less of a variable than they are today. Except, of course, for the relative position of the sun in the sky (or the earth's position in orbit). You know, we're not all unique precious snowflakes - then again, even snowflakes follow a pattern.
I am a cancer. I am ruled by my emotions and I crave attention. Libras never take anything serious enough for me and are flaky. I'm not sure any of my friends are Aries, mostly because before I get close enough to someone to learn their birthday, I've decided that that person always acts 'holier than thou,' and thats how Cancers typically view Aries. I have a lot of fun with Virgos, and the dramatic nature of Scorpios intrigues me. Scorpios also seem to be better able to handle my need for attention. I don't know many Capricorns, except my mother, who never understood why I was so emotional as a child. My father, on the other hand, was also a cancer, and he gets angry a lot. He never understood my desire to be left alone as a teenager, but he also had 11 siblings and my mental illness came from my mother's side.
But you know that's all crap, right? The relative position of the sun in the sky at the time of birth has no effect on anyone. I mean, why would it? It just affects the climate, makes food grow, water freeze, and lights up the world. No, humans are impervious to being affected by the relative position of the sun in the sky.
/sarcasm
You really think that the fact that both my father and I were born on a summer day in central Wisconsin is completely irrelevant in explaining why we're both so volitile and love talking to people (among other similarities)? Why doesn't my sister talk as much as we do? She was raised in the same house. Could it be because my sister was born on the coldest day of the year, when the sun set at 5 and just before the biggest holiday of the year? It is easy to see that my dad essentially married his mother. My mom can't understand my desire to have a "day off" where I do absolutely nothing. She once encouraged me to "get a third job, so you can work 60 hours a week, think about how much money that would be!" In a similar way, my dad's mom was known in the area for being a hard worker, and for expecting everyone else to work just as much. She was a businesswoman, farmer, mother, and teacher. One was raised on a farm, the other in a city. Maybe it is because they were both the youngest in their families, maybe it is because my dad was looking for someone like his mom, but nevertheless, they were both born on December 30, though 30 years apart.
*sorry about the abrasiveness of the title, I'm just sick and tired of people being so close-minded on this.
