Someone called me a clown the other day over a dinner at a gathering. I think (more like hope) he meant it in a fun/nice way, but it got me thinking over the image I portray to others.
Maybe that's why people tend to joke too much with me, sometimes going overboard. I secretly hope they'll fall off the deck and drown sometimes. Pun intended.
But somehow, like a clown, I've learnt to keep that painted smile on my face, at least for the span of time when such things happen (except for perhaps once, after NTUCO practice), only realising after the whole show that I've bruises all over.
Jesters entertain, but please do not make them the butt of the jokes all the time.
Capable people do work, but please do not enslave them by making them do everything.
Strong people are hardy, but please do not hurt them time and again.
Maybe that's why people tend to joke too much with me, sometimes going overboard. I secretly hope they'll fall off the deck and drown sometimes. Pun intended.
But somehow, like a clown, I've learnt to keep that painted smile on my face, at least for the span of time when such things happen (except for perhaps once, after NTUCO practice), only realising after the whole show that I've bruises all over.
Jesters entertain, but please do not make them the butt of the jokes all the time.
Capable people do work, but please do not enslave them by making them do everything.
Strong people are hardy, but please do not hurt them time and again.
1 comments:
小丑，小丑，是他用心酸化成喜悦呈现给你~
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