Send in the Clowns

I found my clown on Tuesday. Or one of them. And guess what?

She's reeeeeally emotional.

Does this surprise anyone? Probably not. I must admit that I suspected that she'd turn out to be a crier, but in a way I hoped she wouldn't be. I mean, my goodness, this is a part of my personality which is regularly on display, particularly in school, and isn't your clown supposed to be surprising? But then I was talking to Rebecca about it, and she was saying that in a way it was appropriate - another way of looking at clown is that it's taking a serious aspect of your personality and finding a way to laugh at it. And laugh at it we did.

It was really fun, actually. I'm not even sure why I started bawling, but once I did, I got really mad at myself for crying, and people started laughing, and then I started laughing, and then I started crying again. We decided that she doesn't have an "off" switch. She is constantly laughing or crying. There is no in-between.

It takes a lot of energy, though. A lot of energy. And am I going to be able to consistently access that state of extreme emotionality? I don't know. I'm a little intimidated. We'll see if I can pull off repeat performances...