The clown’s entire act is chaos; it is loud, ridiculous, and desperate for constant attention and admiration.
He stumbles, lies, gaslights, and jokes, all while you sit in the front row, laughing or cringing, but never leaving.
You may think, he is crazy.
You say, “This is wild.”
But you’re still watching.
At some point, it’s not about the clown anymore.
It’s about the audience that keeps showing up.
The ringmasters who fund him.
The silence that protects him.
The culture that excuses him.
So no, don’t just roll your eyes at the fool in the spotlight.
Take a good look at the tent you helped build.
Review the mess you’re normalizing.
Ask why you’re still in when you could be out
Because clowns don’t run the circus alone.
And if you keep showing up, maybe you’re not just a witness.
Maybe you're part of the never-ending lunacy.