The monster, not Frankenstein

Every time I go to write a blog post, I always forge where the heck the "create new" button is and sit and feel stupid for a few minutes because I know I've done this a million times already. Besides the point, I was talking to one of my friends the other day about Frankenstein, and we both ended up coming to the same conclusion; we both like the monster better than we like Frankenstein. Strange prospect, don't you think? We decided that th monster has extremely relatable problems of just wanting to be loved by a creator (cough cough parents cough) and to be accepted into the world. However, Frankenstein is battin things like "woe is me, I'm a badass and created life but I'm too insecure to do anything about it so I'm gonna run away and maybe nap a bit." The monster has valid reasons and a compelling backstory, while Frankenstein just has a weird incest-like who knows what kind of relationship with his cousins and mopey moods. Plus, Frankenstein made the monster a promise, but wusses out and gives up, when that's all the monster could have ever hoped and dreamed for. Sure, there is the prospect of mass murders and no one being safe, but overpopulation could use some help to. Man up Frankenstein.