Spring Fever…in January
Seriously? Is there really such a thing, , as Seasonal Affective Disorder? Does the lower light of the Winter season really cause chemical reactions in the brain that send us spiraling down into a funk? Or is it just a case of the winter blues; a seasonal depression resulting from being “locked-down” in our homes for 5 or more months (pre-Covidly speaking of course)?
Gimme A Break
I am really having a hard time trusting anything that comes out of the Medical Community, especially in these days of globally politicizing viruses and falsifying pandemics. But it began for me way back in the 1990’s when the American Medical Association declared alcoholism to be a disease. This classifying of a substance addiction as a bona-fide disease relieves any pressure on the individual to help themselves. Instead, a population of victims was formed overnight, putting more strain on an already taxed insurance industry and giving its “victims” instant sympathy points equal to a poor soul suffering from cancer. It was as bad as when New York and California started giving out Methadone and free needles to all of the heroin addicts. And then “medical” marijuana to all of the Dopers.
Oh yeah, I rolled and inhaled a few doobs in my younger days but I had to live with the anxiety and fear of being busted constantly–like a good American should. As well as the heartbreak of having someone swipe your almost-ready-to-harvest bush from the back patio in the middle of the night that took me 3 1/2 months to nurture and prune into a specimen I was really proud of and…well…you know. Sorry, I went to a bad place for a moment. Flashbacks from the ’70’s no doubt.
What I am getting at in a totally attention deficit disorder kind of way is that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is just another of those instant victim, let’s screw over the insurance industries again, fake illnesses. If you strip away all of the medical jargon and fictitious junk science (like global warming–don’t get me started) it can be explained as a severe case of Pre-Spring Fever Syndrome. Yes, I made that term up myself because it’s my Constitutional right as an American to be irrationally upset with an epoch that refuses to break its God-given schedule to satisfy my gardening desires. Or it could be attributed to something that IS within my control.
It is my highly uneducated belief that Pre-Spring Fever Syndrome is simply a malady derived from watching too many gardening videos on platforms such as Facebook and YouTube. YouTube, though communist-like in its political leanings, provides a platform that has given millions of gardeners hours upon hours of entertainment, education and a connection to those around the world who share the love of nature, creation, and simple living. And for that, I am honestly grateful.
Okay, since I brought up entertainment, I have something that I have to get off of my chest. It’s a big “eye-roller” for me and it seems to be getting worse every year. Have you noticed how many of the gardening and homesteading videos are being made by people who look like they just stepped out of a GQ or Elle magazine cover story? Maybe it’s just me (my wife says I have a personality disorder that defies analytical diagnosis) but when I’m driving through the country and I pull into a driveway with a sign for fresh eggs for sale, the lady or dude that comes out of the house is usually overweight and needs a shave (the guys too) or look like they just went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson (usually due to their kids being home instead of in school getting brainwashed). Can we get real here, folks? I’m just saying.
I have way too much time on my hands, as I’ve mentioned before, due to retirement and a lack of a social life. My only bright spots these days are gardening, cooking, and a Men’s Group meeting at church once a week. Well, I also like to watch reruns of NCIS and Criminal Minds on Netflix. Since I am in a slow but steady dive into the Land of Dementia, according to my wife, I can just keep watching these 15 plus seasons of TV shows over and over again because I don’t remember what happens. I think Mark Harmon is way overdue for retirement on NCIS but is going for the big “20” before he hangs up the badge and head-slaps. Just saying, Mark, don’t be another Joe Montana. Get out while you’re on top. You’re a legend, man!
So I have to live with the fact that I can not blame my adolescent impatience on Seasonal Affective Disorder and admit that I simply yearn all winter long for that first day of Spring which seems to be a zillion days away. On the bright side, I can start my seeds indoors around Valentine’s Day for herbs and Brassica crops.
Even better news is, by the way things are looking, that the Lord Jesus may return before Spring for His church…right before the prophesied wrath of God pours down upon the people of this world who rejected His Son. In the meantime, let’s pray for a different kind of harvest. A harvest of souls. I wouldn’t wish the alternative upon my worse enemy. (1Thess. 4:16,17)-(Rev. 6:6-17)