Mr. Jamison

Today’s writing prompt at The Haunted Wordsmith is the image below.


Clowns are people. Real people.

No bullshit.

Believe it or not, our lives don’t begin and end under the big top. We have homes, wives, parents, children, friends, and ups & downs. Just like you, we have lives.

We have names, too. Brace yourselves, but Bozo, Blinky, and Clarabelle are stage names. For example, my name is Samuel Jamison. You may call me Mr. Jamison.

See this hand? Yep, the one holding a cigarette. (I’m a smoker. Oh yeah, and I drink occasionally, too.) It’s not fake hand. I was born this way. It kept growing long after the other one stopped. It’s not funny, trust me. Sometimes, I don’t feel like using it in my act to make people laugh. Sometimes I feel like taking the stupid glove off and making each and every one of you look at it, long and hard. But, I would never do that.

I’d get fired.

We’re not always stupid, crazy, or silly either. News Flash: It’s an act.  Yes, and act. You know, like make-believe? We are educated human beings. Some of us even have degrees and “real” jobs.

True, some of us are full-time clowns/entertainers, but for many of us it’s a side job, a way to earn some extra bucks.

And then of course, there are a few, like me, who know no other way. We’re clowns because that’s the way things worked out. I grew up in the carny. Mom was a trapeze artist and Dad was a clown. We traveled with whichever carnival or circus would hire us. That was my childhood. When I turned 18, well, what else was I prepared for?

Another thing that might surprise you is that clowns have feelings. Cut us, and we bleed. Hurt us, and we cry. We suffer from depression, anxiety, PTSD, and a host of other conditions, just like other people.

Clown-stress is difficult for a non-clown to understand. Can you imagine dressing up like this every day and acting like a goofball in order to make people laugh, when your life partner/lover just dumped you, or your child is ill, or a parent is in hospice?

It’s no wonder some of us snap. And people wonder where scary clowns come from. Hah!

I’ll tell you where they come from: right here.

Right. Here.

 

 

SusanWritesPrecise/Susan Marie Shuman

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