“Man goes to doctor. Says hes depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up. Man bursts into tears. Says But Doctor I am Pagliacci.
I am the clown….Laughing even when it hurts, tho usually finding it all pretty funny especially myself
anyway no new-agey fucking advice…I’ve been tuning my empathy too much,
and other people’s pain feels like tinfoil across fillings
Sorry bro, getting way too heavy
BWAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
PSYCHE
Life is hysterical
you don’t think i meant that do you?
Who let the damn clown in my head?
Oh yeah I did
One wonders tho-how to practice empathy in this world without becoming a masochist?
People seem so in love with their pain
How can I not love it a bit too
tho with my laughter perhaps
I can transmit the pain into joy
for them and myself
Can they forgive me?
What excuse will they have?
By what right did I do it?
Was not the pain their own
the stone they chose to drag
until they could free themselves?
What avenues of growth did I deny them?
Perhaps masochism might be the way to go