Send in the Clowns; They’re Already Here!
In a small corner of rural Pennsylvania, there is a circus that operates at midnight, and only under the dark of a new moon.
This is not where the story begins.
In fact, I can’t say exactly when it began. I know where (LiveJournal) and approximately when (2002; thanks for sleuthing, B!), but I don’t remember how we met. The most likely possibility is a common-interest community (not clown related; that came gloriously later), but I’m not sure.Â
I do know that I’ve always thought highly of him. His posts relayed a vibe that was the perfect combination of kind, trustworthy, and zanily twisted. The word I would use to best describe him, especially now that we’ve met, is steady. Hanging out with him is like sitting on a west coast shore during a sunny day: when the tide is rolling rhythmically, the waves crashing gently and never rising in a threatening manner.Â
Maybe that sounds weird or sappy, but it makes sense when I relate it to myself. My energy is usually spiked, and I often feel the need to be “on” and entertaining. It’s rare for me to not feel like I’m forcing myself or trying to make a good impression, but today? Today I was genuinely happy and thrilled to just be there. It was a really good time.
Thanks for breakfast, B, and, most importantly, taking time out of your day to hang out! I had a fantastic time, and yes: we really must do this again before 13 years pass.