I would not call it a fear… but I’m very uncomfortable around people who are dressed in costumes, wearing masks or who are heavily made up. I like to look a person in the eye because I believe that old saying is true:
The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man’s intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye. – Hiram Powers
When I’m communicating with someone, I like to be able to look them in the eye. To judge a reaction you need to be able to see a person’s eyes. I guess the “fake” happiness that clowns have just creeps me out. I mean, doesn’t a clown ever have a really bad day? Do they have to be SO happy all the time?
When I was little, my parents took me to the North Pole. No, not the real North Pole, but to an amusement park in Colorado that had a North Pole theme. They told me I’d “get” to go see Santa – and I cried. I’m probably the only kid in the world who cried when told they were going to see Santa. My poor parents – they had a weirdo child.
If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.
To be a real friend, lose the costume, mask and make-up. Just be yourself. 🙂
I miss the good ol’ days when kids could dress up like Bugs Bunny and be safe.
Here are some photos of my Halloween memories.
Happy Halloween! Boo to You! 🙂