Back then, when I was young, probably 7 years old, I was afraid of clowns. Blood-dyed hair, massive eyes bulging, skin paler than a ghost has, red-nose sniffing preys and bloody mouth grinning in grimace. These are my perceptions about them. You can call me a scaredy-cat for describing them exaggerated as it is but I swear they look horrible that I can even compare them to a monster, an extraordinary one it is. I can even remember that time when I was watching a zombie-themed movie whereas a clown zombie passed by as the protagonist tremble in fear for having the same fear as I have. Imagine a dead clown resurrected from its grave looking for a prey to feast on. I know that this thing will not happen but if I were in his place, I would definitely panic and run a thousand kilometres per hour like the one a superhero does.

            There was also a time when a clown in a birthday party of a friend of mine pinpointed me to participate in his magic show, there is now way I would fall in your tricks capturing children and locking them down in your house to feast on them. I immediately hid behind the chair trembling as the grown-ups laugh at me telling that I was already old enough to snap out of it.

            Even though remains of fear still lingers inside of me, I feel bad saying all of this to those hardworking clowns who just want to make a vivid atmosphere in a children’s party as what they are paid for. The fact that they have unseen masks where real emotions were hidden behind those smiles and giggles. The gloomiest emotions a person has, carrying different burdens and keeping them just to show how fun it is to live. I know being afraid of them is stupid but we cannot avoid fear, fear is an incurable disease. We can move on it but there is always a replacement, it might be worse than before or not but we should persevere to fight over our fear and not to dwell on it.