I used to have a childish fear of clowns. Unfortunately, due to TikTok, I fear I have a Clown Kink, or Clink if you will.
Are you familiar with the term Renaissance Man? It’s a term used to describe somebody worldly, knowledgeable, well travelled, and knowledgeable in many things.
That is what I’d like to be, somebody who people know knows a bit about many things. A jack of all trades. An entertainer. I have a few things I hold close, proud that I can do.
I can play a simple song on the piano, short and repetible, but sound nice.
I can solve a Rubik’s cube.
I’ll be taking an art class soon at college, so maybe I’ll learn to draw.
I know how to make balloon animal.
I know a small variety of card tricks.
These facts about me entertain me, amuse me that I know them. And best, they can amuse and entertain others, which I believe is the ultimate goal: to make others and yourself happy. What point is advancement if there is not joy to be found in it? Or worse, takes joy away in exchange for the all consuming demands of efficiency?
Im going to school for Computer Science, but think about some of those skills. Balloon animals. Magic tricks. A desire to entertain. My Clink. Why, I think I’d make a very good clown! Not very fond of children, but surely adults need clowning! Somebody who doesn’t take life seriously! Oh to be a clown! We all want to be clowns, don’t we? Well, not those sad clowns. Happy clowns. You can be a sad clown if you want. I want to be a happy clown.
But to be a clown, surely you need a name! What’s a name for me?
Yes, that last one sounds quite good.
I will leave you all in peace now. May you dream of clowns, and wake up to find yourself with a red rubber nose.
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