Me, age 3. Dawn (4), me, Glenn-David (2)
You have earned my trust. It hasn't been easy, but you have been there for me over and over again. At times, betwixt my silly posts, I've taken you to some dark places. With great angst, I have forced myself to click on "Publish Post." As a result, your responses were consistently loving and supportive.
Once again, I make myself vulnerable to your judgement. I do so with full faith that you will offer the generous acceptance that it is your nature to convey. This time is different. This time, I take you to the darkest place of all: I had a clown fetish as a child.
I don't know what spurred this obsession or how I overcame it. I can sincerely say that I have been abstinent for years. But I digress. I have also not adorned clown attire nor drawn clown pictures nor gone to a circus in ages. (Disclaimer: I have eaten cotton candy many times since age 3.)
In fact, I'm rather apathetic about the clown thing today. I don't hate them. I don't love them. They are weird and freakish, but they mean well. I'm like that too. (I can't even say that I was a "cute weird" kid, because it looks like I may have peed - just a little - in my orange clown suit.) Anyway..
I hope you can forgive me and we can just move onto other posts, as if nothing ever happened. I'm about to press "Publish Post." I do so with trust in you as the loving, accepting and always forgiving people that I know you to be. ...Gulp.