I'll Follow You Into The Dark

My associations with the poem February by Margaret Atwood at similar. I would not say I totally agree with all the things she mentions because they are very depressing. I definitely do not see winter as a time of despair. I do, on the other hand, agree that winter is a time of "growing" people. The general population loses interest in remaining in shape because "bathing suit season" is no longer an issue. Also, the loss of sunlight makes people feel depressed and too schlumpy to go to the gym. This is natural and I understand this feeling completely. I strongly disagree with anything the author mentions about cats. Somehow, her obsession with them is entirely creepy. And she wonders why she's a lonely old cat lady. It might have something to do with lying on her bed, eating fat, but who am I to judge?