In my case, most answers to the questionnaire are light and breezy….
- “What is your favorite word?” That’s easy: “jocular.”
- “What job would you like to attempt?” Also easy: “Roller coaster designer.”
- “Sound or noise that you love?” Slam dunk: “Ocean surf.”
Well, that and ignorance. But I digress…I hate clowns. I mean it.
Yes, I realize most clowns (from circuses and what-not) are nice people dressed in makeup and frilly costumes. But I still don’t want them near me. Hell, were I ever unlucky enough to be interrogated in an Orwellian-style Room 101—where one’s deepest fears are used against you—bringing out a prancing clown would collapse my will like a house of cards.
Either that, or I’d fly into a rage, and bludgeon said clown with his own floppy shoe thus conquering my fear. It’s kind of a toss-up.
Either way, it’s good to know I’m not alone in my clown-o-phobia and that treatment options do, in fact, exist.
In the meantime, I will continue to be vigilant. You never know when the insidious smell of grease paint is creeping up behind you.
"Smile, you cherry-nosed psycho!"