I am an Evil Clown

My family roots are in puns, wit, and sarcasm. Contrary to my younger self’s belief, sarcasm is not the highest form of humor. In it’s purest sense it can be quite damaging and hurtful. It has taken many years of patience and the love of a great woman to blunt the edge of my humor for the good of all around me.

Snippets of snark leak out at times. You can see it in my blog writings. Inflammatory statements upset some of my readers. Written with a smile in my mind, they do not always land that way.

I dressed as a clown for church kids in the past. Several times a year I put on full face makeup and a homemade costume. My wife and I used balloon animals to tell Bible stories to entertain and teach. It was always a big hit.

I noticed a personality shift when behind the makeup. I was freer to be flippant. In the church setting, it always remained well within proper boundaries but I wondered what it would be like in an unfettered situation. My thoughts troubled me as they explored this path. I could see the dark side of me yearning with anticipation to be set loose. I knew children’s birthday parties were not an appropriate venue for me. I retired the clown persona for the good of the world.

We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?

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