The Prince and The Pauper

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Daily Prompt: A second #RoyalBaby will soon be joining the Windsors in England. Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling?

To be honest I don’t think I would like to be either. Upon getting obsessed with the programme The Tudors and Henry VIII I pondered this question. I looked at how becoming the heir of the throne after his older brother died had affected him. He went from being the ‘off-the-hook sibling’ to ruling the country and marrying his brothers widow. So I made a list of pros and cons of each!

Heir:  Pros: 1. You get to make a difference

2. In the case of Henry VIII you can get any woman you want!

3. You have riches and unlimited power

4. Everyone loves you and gives you everything you desire.

Cons1. There are extremely high expectations!

2.   You become very big headed despite your hopes that you will stay down to earth and keep in tune with the ‘normal people’.

3.  You are expected to have an heir( in Henry VIIIs case he was obsessed and had an awful time getting one!)

4. You become power mad!

5. You are loved to your face but in reality you are hated by many! For example King Louis XVI of France and Marie Antoinette….well we all know how that ended!

6.  You have to protect your country, maintain peace and keep everyone happy.

7. You have to be the perfect leader, a good man, husband, economist,  be friendly and basically inhuman!

8. For your whole life you groomed to be King or Queen

9.You are a puppet- you are manipulated and used

10. You have to marry a Princess or someone of royal or noble blood. Things have changed though with Prince William marrying Kate.

11. You can’t go out in public in tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie.

12. Publicity and reputation is everything

As you can see there are more cons then pros. I believe that nurture has a lot to with becoming a good King or Queen for that matter. For all Queens the heir is the big one. You are not a proper Queen if you do not supply an heir. For Queen Catherine of Aragon this was the reason for her downfall. The obsession of Henry VIII ruined him.

I think what ‘off-the-hook’ sibling means is the second child which of course follows the heir. So here is the pros and cons list:

Pros: 1. You don’t have the pressure of becoming King or Queen.(You have an older sibling for that!)

2. You can be whoever you want

3. You get all the jewels and riches without the expectations

4. You can have a boy or girl it doesn’t matter

5. You can still make a difference- very slight depending on your position in court(yes yes another Henry VIII reference!)

Cons: 1. You’re not as precious as the heir

2. You still have to be a respectable person in society

3. You can still become King or Queen if the heir passes away. For example Henry VIII and King George.

4. You still have to marry a woman who is worthy of being associated with the royal family.

5. You’re a second best

6. You have to do what your brother and sister says because they’re ‘King or Queen’.

That’s it! Those are all the pros and cons I can think of. I think it’s simple to say that the grass is always greener on the other side.

Handsome Stranger

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Daily Prompt- You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

‘What do you mean you’ve been looking for me?’ This tall dark handsome man stood in front of me. I feel incredibly uncomfortable. He is about six foot two and very good looking. 

‘I sit here everyday waiting for you. I have trying to pluck up the courage to talk to you’. He smiled eagerly. 

I blush and say ‘That’s very strange’. I laugh nervously. This had never happened to me before and I did’t think it ever would. It seemed like something out a romance novel. 

‘I have seen you reading Jane Austen books and drinking coffee. You seem like a very sweet person.’ He looked down at the floor shyly. ‘You’re beautiful.’ 

‘Thank you. Am….what’s your name?’ I was becoming curious at this stage. Who was this man? 

‘I’m Adam. Adam O’Donnell.’ 

‘Ok Adam.’ I’ve become intrigued.’ Are you going to buy the coffee or shall I?’ 

A bit of a crier

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Daily Prompt: Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!

The simple answer is yes! For me a movie or song or even a painting is associated with a different time in my life. A song by Snow Patrol- Chasing Cars is a song that can bring me to tears in the matter of seconds. It reminds of my mother. She passed away four years ago and I still miss her. Anyway it perfectly explains the feelings I felt when she was sick. 

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?

She was in a bed for the last few weeks of her life. I used lay beside her and we used to talk about anything and everything but what was happening. We were trying to forget that time was passing and that the outside world was getting on with their everyday life. 

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
That’s bursting into life

A ‘dipped’ garden was being constructed when she was sick. She never got to see it finished before her passing. We dedicated the garden to her. It is now the place where we sit and talk to her. It’s a very personal place for me. If I’m upset or sad I sit out there. I get peace by just listening to the trickle of the waterfall (one of the features of said garden). She’s there. That verse makes me feel that she is the life in that garden ‘bursting into life’.

I have been forced to delete all traces of this song- from my phone, computer and i-pod. It has the ability to make me cry on the spot.

August Blues

Daily Prompt- As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?

As a child I was a nerd. Yes I can admit that now! The excitement I had when I got my new schoolbooks, uniforms and pencil cases. At one point I had a wheelie bag which in those times was the thing to have! You could here me wheeling this wee bag around the house for at least two weeks before school started. I used to and still love the smell of new books, the crisp edges of the pages and all the knowledge they offer. You can imagine how excited I was and of course like most children are the novelty wore off pretty quickly! I was a fairly anxious child. I worried about if I would get on with the teacher or if my friends would still be my friends after the long summer months. Also the homework- oh the lovely homework! 

Secondary school was a different ballgame. I for one was very much aware of the difficult transition that took place between national and secondary school. People decided who they wanted to continue being friends with and new friends were formed. This frightened me.I was never good at making friends. Let’s just say first year wasn’t fun. Neither was second. Finally in third year I found my niche and then going back to school after the summer became easier! Although once the summer before the final year came to an end I became incredibly anxious. I knew what I was getting myself into- it was an important year and I had many hours of study ahead of me. 

College didn’t change my attitude towards the end if summer. I first did one course staying at home and that wasn’t simple either. Not really but it was a link. I lived at home and I worked harder than ever before. I got the grades and finally moved away from home. It was different to any other feeling I had ever felt before. Dread. A fear of the unknown. That summer was fabulous and frightening and exciting all at the same time. I’m now going into my second year of college and I still love the smell of books, getting my new schoolbag and relish in the excitement of learning something new. That part hasn’t changed at all.

 

Today

Do you every get that nauseous feeling in your stomach? Just pure dread along with a splitting headache and horror. Apparently this is called anxiety. So this must mean I suffer from constant anxiety. For example when plans get changed or my hopes are dashed that’s when it sets in. Or sometimes it can stop me from doing anything. The other me- the worrying, paranoid, self conscious me takes over ruins absolutely everything. One hitch, one problem pushes me  over the edge. I know this sounds neurotic and well, according to one of those do-it-yourself tests I am neurotic. When this happens to me I try to pull my hair out, I do everything possible to make myself as difficult and angry as I can and even consider self harm. It’s my self sabotage. We all have our ways of doing that but mine is over thinking EVERYTHING. Oh, I mean everything- from what I should say, do, if I do something ‘weird’ what will people say or do or react? I think of scenarios that might never come to be and what would happen if it did happen. Death for some reason often occupies my mind. What would I do if I lost another person I love? Thinking about these things makes me feel guilty…. I’m thinking about someone dying? Then you become disgusted with yourself. Why would anyone want to be around me? I’m a self destructive, depressing oddball who can’t seem to get out of her own head? I just want to know that someone feels this too? That I’m not the only lost person here? Let’s be honest with ourselves because I am trying to be. 

Daily Prompt:The Name’s the Thing

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Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.
Ok, so when I was younger we got this portable wifi thing (I would call it a toggle). It was magical- you could bring it ANYWHERE and it was the answer to all of our prayers because it was supposedly ‘fast’. Fast it was not but nonetheless it was christened ‘Micheal’. Now I’m Irish and therefore it was the Irish pronunciation of Michael thus becoming the ‘Irish internet toggle thing’. For months and months we would shout up the stairs ‘do you have Micheal?’ or ‘I want Micheal, I need to look something up’. Everyone who came into the house for a visit would give us this look when we would talk about Micheal. At one point a cousin of mine said ‘oh is that the new boyfriend?’ in which I replied with a slight smile ‘no it’s the internet….we called him Micheal’. In the end we had to get rid of Micheal but he will always be in our hearts!
I have an OBSESSION with naming things-balloons at a birthday party, any animal that I put my sights on, just anything really. Most of them get the same name- Bob! It’s just the universal name for me. I have good friends in college,nay, brilliant friends in college who do that too! One day we were sitting in our ‘relaxy’ room in college when they found balloons and proceeded to draw faces on them-dickey bows and everything- and call them Hubert and Bob! I know….EPIC! 
Do not judge people by their ability to call inanimate objects names just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean it’s stupid!
P.S Usually the coolest people do it…..so become their friends ya know you want too!

Adult visions

DAILY POST – ADULT VISIONS

As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

I thought as a child that I would have everything figured out. I would not be have to pretend anymore. Unfortunately, I have found that adults pretend more than children. Adult life is more difficult. For me, it’s realizing that you’re on your own. As an adult no one is going to swoop in and fix everything. You are a responsible, competent adult who has everything under control. NOT!