The History of Man

I am Georg August. My life consists of many titles. King of Great Britain, Ireland, and France, Duke of Hanover, and Archtreasurer and Prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire are many that I achieved. I was born on November 10, 1683. I am the only son of the first monarch of the House of Hanover, Georg I and my darling mother, Sophia. As being the only son, I admit I have a haughty attitude. Although I must say, my spirit is as lively as ever. When I was young, I spent most of in the Hanoverian court in Germany. I married my beloved and most beautiful wife, Caroline of Anspach, on August 22, 1705; she bore me three sons and five daughters. I love her dearly and I truly am devoted to make her feel special with me at all times.

My Beautiful Wife:

I mainly spoke German and French, but I know Latin, Dutch, and Spanish. I am quite interested in the English style and with that thought, I also learned how to speak in the English language. Although I inherited a strong government, due to my lack of interest, I did not have total control over it. Parliament, instead, controlled the government of Great Britain. 

Out of many passions, I have three distinct ones. The army, like my father, music, and of course my admirable wife. Military life to me, is everything. I grew up learning all I could and was well disciplined into becoming the best military officer I can set my mind to. I try in all my will, to benefit the people with an army that will not disappoint. I inherited my father’s extreme like for opera, and if I were to choose my favorite artist, it would have to be the works of George Frederick Handel.

Displayed here is a video of an excellent woman singing "Va Godendo" (One out of many favorites) by Handel:

(credits: MrWaldberg@youtube)

Painting and poetry are two things that were not as interesting to me. One night when my father told me to take painting and poetry as common hobbies, I stated out of anger, “I hate bainting and boetry too! Neither the one nor the other ever did any good.” Already so stressed from all the commands and the common animosity towards my father, had me raging.

My wife is everything to me and she revived traditional court life, an excellent decision in my perspective. However, my father disapproved of the idea and banished it. Already in a bad relationship with him, we became more distant. He is smart and brave, but violent and too rash. The hatred for my father never died down. I blame him for bringing me with an impulsive attitude. I believe that he is the reason I don’t take too much interest in my son. Similar to my father and I, we get into many quarrels and object to everything the other has to say. I feel as though, this is not my fault that he turned out this way. It was not I that raised him to be like this. In all honesty, I never have acted as a parent towards him.

It feels good to get out my thoughts like this. So journal, until I vent out my thoughts some other time, I will now flee to reality and face the utter divineness of this world. I am afraid that my father will prevent me from writing a while, but I will try me best to keep you updated.