I really hate the wind. Anything more than a slight breeze makes me jumpy. I don't like the windows down in the car and of course, I don't like sail boats or motorcycles or convertibles. The wind sets my teeth on edge and makes me agitated. We've had several windy days and today is finally calm. I feel so much better.
I grew up in eastern Montana, which is a very windy place. I hated the wind then, too. I grew up on a farm that didn't have public electricity. We had a wind charger and for those times when the wind didn't blow, we had a generator. My dad had to manually switch from one source of power to the other. When I was really small, I thought he could control the wind and I used to cry and beg him to turn the wind off.
Portland is the least windy place I have ever lived. And I am very happy about that. We say we died and went to heaven when we moved here and the wind is just one of the many reasons I feel that way.