Angels of Cork

Outsiders

I knew I was going to get and earful from my father. Something to the effect of....

You went to a pub at 17? Or.. What were you doing with that scum?

He would throw something in there about pride and then maybe dignity and I would have to top it all off with a 'yes sir daddy I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.'

To be honest I regret trying to pull away from that guy now.

Hearing my father go on and on about how I should handle my life made me wish I had let the kid get me pregnant or something.

Ok so maybe I didn't want him to get me pregnant but I at least wish I would have kissed him back. Just enough to piss dad off even more.

I never really agreed with how dad referred to peasants as scum anyways. If they were outside of the kingdom it meant they were one step ahead of life then I was so I sort of looked up to them.

Like Pops for example. He spends half his time either chugging a form of alcohol down or undoing his pants button. However he always seems to be in a cheerful mood. He may live like scum but he is happier then royalty could ever be.

I want to be happy. Enjoy life by the simplest of means and spend a whole day doing nothing without feeling useless. If my father would spend half as much time trying to figure out what I wanted as he does trying to figure out how to marry me off then maybe we would get along better.

I had decided at that moment that I was fed up. I was tired of acting like a princess and being treated like a little girl. I was done playing dress up and putting on my moms lipstick. I was finished with being part of the royal family and being cooped up in the palaces gates.

I was done being an insider. I was ready to be an outcast for once in my life.

I was ready to become one of the outsiders.