“Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.” – Frankenstein

In these COVID-19 induced circumstances, this poetic quote expressing the extreme cruelty of existence tainted by complete loneliness and isolation, resonated with me. This notion manifesting from a mental health aspect; not from a personal perspective. After all, as I’m currently living at my mums residence, I’m not isolated.

Not to mention, unlike poor old Frankie, hopefully I’m not universally abhorred. Or, even if I am, not mentally tortured by that notion while meandering the chamber’s of chez Strachan.

Being put together with component parts from other humans beings, along with sporting a neck bolt, clearly affords the recipient a litany of life barriers to overcome. Unlike mad scientist Victor Frankenstein who, after blu tacking this poor creature together, endeavours to dodge the raindrops of responsibility for his actions…… Well, until the monster escapes and kills his brother William. But that’s another story!……. Actually, it isn’t, it’s part of the same story!….. As you were!

Anyhow, Victor’s irresponsible experiment didn’t negate his ability to swan off down the pub for a knees up with buddy Henry Clerval (clearly, this is before COVID-19 arrived on the scene).

Meanwhile, because of the doctors lack of forethought into how his creation’d suffer at the hands of others, the monster is forced to stay home watching Corrie. All the time refreshing his Facebook account, longing for that inaugural friend invite.

The bespoke creature also tortured by Victor cruelly bestowing him with one of the Seven Dwarves penises…… Frankie unsure which dwarf provided the monsterhood, but strongly suspects it was Chilly’s.

Akin to a child damned by the unwanted legacy of an inept role model, Frankenstein was doomed to suffer for the dysfunctional behaviour of his creator. A self-indulgence man who evidently put no thought into the consequences of his actions on others.

Despite having issues aesthetically, Frankenstein was a sensitive, perceptive creature. For instance, his comment above about the devil resultant from reading Milton’s Paradise Lost. Prose introducing the monster to Satan’s story.

The monster’s understandable disenchantment resultant from realising the figure ordinarily viewed as the most extreme of evil still escaping being sentenced to live completely alone, as was his penance.

The monster’s loneliness is particularly acute from knowing he will be rejected anytime he endeavours to reach out to anyone; his size and appearance terrifying human beings. Melancholy deepened from realisation that even his outstretched arm was accepted there’d be a very real chance it’ll come off in their hand.

I’m clearly not party to the intended message author Mary Shelley proffers in her iconic literary piece. I take the story, though, as a metaphor for the sadness endured by those condemned to misery through no fault of their own.

Individuals suffering the consequences of indoctrination by those marinated in a toxic brew of selfishness, narrow mindedness and recklessness. Misguided role models who taint the existences of others by passing impressionable souls the baton bearing their odiousness and idiotic actions. The recipients of their venomous traits, or behaviour on occasion doomed to a stark existence; as was experienced by Frankenstein.

Right, after all that philosophical b*ll*cks, I’m off to google the names of the seven dwarves. I’m uncertain if any of Snow White’s buddies bore the moniker Chilly!…… I think Chilly was a cartoon penguin on the Woody Woodpecker show.