“Stop crying! I can’t stand the sound of it . And get that ugly, whiny, pitiful look off your face . You look like a sad clown ! People want to see happy clowns ! No one wants a sad clown .”
“I mean you are making the kids cry and all . I have parents pulling their kids out of the line ! I mean it , I didn’t want to tell you this, not here ,not now but I’m going to be honest. I can’t sympathize with a sad clown and no one else can either.”
I muttered something about the meaning of sympathetic and syncope to be snarky.
As usual he kept talking and telling me to smile while ignoring me at the same time .
“If you can’t be a happy clown then you are fired ! Last chance to get it together ! Let’s see that happy face !”
The sad thing is that this was my happy face .
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .