I prefer a rainy day to a sunny day. I prefer nighttime to daytime. I think it is because on a rainy day (or in my neighborhood, after dark) there are fewer people outside, less noise, less distractions, less things to trigger my startle response. Some of this is perhaps related to a chronic low level of depression, &/or to emotional dysregulation, &/or just being most comfortable with homeostasis! I think some of this is just the way my brain is wired. Not sure if this explains any of it, but I was born two months premature way back in 1946. I spent those first two months isolated in an incubator . . . and, at least for a while fed intravenously through a needle inserted in my lower leg . . . with that leg strapped to a board. 74 years later, I still have a callous on the heel of that foot from rubbing it on the board.
Anyone else here feel that way? Why do you think? Any other preemies out there?