The clown put on a funny hat....

sometimes in my employment as a clown, i glance around at other people who can actually wear what they please to work, and who are not subject to constant public scorn & ridicule. its pretty easy to feel like some kind of sub-species of human when you're walking around with an over-ambitious pink frill, yellow hair, a flattened top-hat, a 'blouse' that looks like a tent & pants that used to fit pavarotti....and sigh in dismay. but after mulling over these thoughts quite extensively, i realised the other day i could be doing something worse. i could be:

poisoning the world to death with coke
a wwf wrestler and worldwide icon
quentin tarantino
a mass marketer of violent computer games
george bush
a hunter
an abortionist
a butcher
a serial killer
madonna
a member of kiss
an executionist
a stripper
a prostitute
a bum
a beggar
part of the mafia
a street sweeper

but im not. i decided to look at the positive things about what i do. im an artist, (of some variety anyway) i make kidz happy. parents invite me to come to occasions of some value to them & actually pay me. because it pays so well, i am free to do any one of a number of things all week long. unlike everyone that 'gets to dress as they please' i get to sleep in till 9 every morning while they all have to peel themselves out of bed at 6. i get to skip traffic EVERY morning. its my job to look ridiculous, & possibly overweight, so its a bonus if i do. i get to eat the most expensive food in the country AND i get it for free.
God takes wonderful care of me & even spoils me with His blessings because He's my ultimate boss! It's great!