Monster In Me

I've been contemplating, lately, about what it would be like to hold such a burden of having created a monster. My past post about Frankenstein was about my views toward how Victor is essentially a parent who has abandoned his kid. I've been pondering over what it would be like to even create such a creature that scares humans away. I've come to a point where I can understand that Victor was horrified and why he can't fully accept such blame for the death of two people. It's hard to carry a burden that you never even expected to have ever carried, and inVictor's case, he never realized that his creature could be a monster and that his monster is responsible for the murder of a child and an indirect murder of a young lady, both in relativity to Victor. Before Victor left for college, he was the hope and pride of the family, and he psychologically doesn't want to let go of that view that his family has of him. I think that if he were to confess the truth about the monster that his family would shun him and that he would regret having ever told his family of his creation.

I then try and imagine the monster's view of everything. (I have not read chapters 11 and 12 yet). I see the monster as a creature who knows his presence horrifies people. But not only does it horrify people, it horrifies his own creator. After some mental damage, there is a place that a mind can be satisfied with knowing that the monster will never be immersed in real life.So knowing this, the monster acts as an animal surviving in his surrounding. After all, we are all mammals and programmed genetically to have the will to survive.

I think I now see both points of view of both Victor and his monster, and I can't sympathize with eier because both of them turned out for the worse.