Laziness

I'm not sure if it's because of the seasons changing or if it's just me, but the amount of laziness lately seems overwhelming. I see it especially at school, even I'm doing it and I'm usually on top of my work. Maybe it's daylight savings that's throwing things off. It's dark by 6 and the sun is up by around 7. So does that mean our bodies want to take breaks every winter just like the rest of nature does?

I looked into it a little more and found out that some people are affected by the seasons changing, ironically called seasonal affective disorder (Grohol). At first I thought it was a joke because it's abbreviation is SAD, but I found out it's a real thing and surprisingly common. They also said that a big variable in diagnosing people, specifically teens, was what "weather personality type" they are. Meaning people who like summer are more likely to get depressed during the fall or winter, and vice versa. Depression is generally associated with lack of motivation so it makes sense to say people are affected by the weather and losing motivation to do any type of work.

I wish we got to hibernate in the winter, or take cat naps everyday, but we have to stay awake all year. Even though things like SAD get in the way sometimes, we still push through and get things done. Like this blog, it's late but it got done.

Work Cited
Grohol, John M. "Can Weather Affect Your Mood?" PsychCentral. N.p. 28 Aug. 2014. Web. 9 Nov. 2014.

Dave

It's been a year, two months, and a week since I lost my step dad, Dave. The fact that it happened is always lingering in my head. I thought as time passed I'd be able to say his name without my eyes tearing up, but I was wrong. Every time I went out to the garden it was ok because something out there was alive. Now that the garden is fading so is my grip on the subject.

The pictures we drew on my cement wall on the year anniversary is fading; the cucumbers, that seemed to grow no matter their condition, finally gave out; the corn that stood up so proudly and straight, are scrawny and falling over; the cabbage that looked healthy was really rotting on the inside; the tomatoes are still pushing, they're for the most part green, but growing bigger;  the onions are still there, but are being ignored, every time I look out there I see this and think of Dave. The wall holds all the memories; the cucumbers are his effort to fight the disease he had; the corn is his confidence that got lost when things got bad; the cabbage being his body eating himself away; the tomatoes being the disease; the onions being my feelings about the topic.

I knew the garden was going to fade inevitably, and I know every life gives in eventually, but the garden will come back and he won't. Which is one of the most devastating realizations I've had.

I read this poem and it talks about death being literally everywhere. It's all around waiting for its time to take you, to take him. Death was around for years and Dave being who he was flipped him off and went on with his life. Dave didn't care that he had a disease, he lived as much as he could. He never let death get in the way of his life, but eventually death got tired of seeing the finger and took him. Death is unfortunately a part of life, and no matter the day his name will always put a weight on my chest.

Work Cited
Mark R Slaughter. "It's Death Again." Poem Hunter. N.p. 2009. Web. 2 Nov. 2014.