There is a man who wanders the street dressed as a clown, complete with white makeup and a red nose. He rarely goes anywhere without being in full clown garb. He feels more comfortable this way and according to him, he is not hiding anything but rather being his true self. One day he was shocked when he left his house that others on the street were also dressed up this way. He wondered if there was some sort of clown convention that was in town but couldn't find evidence of that. Curiosity got him and he just had to ask someone. There was a couple walking toward him and he stopped them. Why are you guys dressed this way? They both had confused looks on their face as if he was almost insulting them. We always dress this way, do you have a problem with it? He went on his way with an equally confused look as the couple did. He decided to sit down at an outside cafe and watch the people on the street as they passed. Some were laughing, some were sad but all dressed the same way that he was. He started to feel insecure because being a clown was his thing and now he felt that he was ordinary. He couldn't have that so he went to the restroom and removed all of his clown makeup, red nose included. As he is doing this, a familiar face walks up to the sink next to him. He was surprised to see that he too was removing his clown makeup. Hey man! It's been a while. What are you doing? The familiar face looked over at him, didn't say a word, finished up, and proceeded to leave. Tears began to stream down the man's face out of confusion and sadness. What was happening? Nothing seemed to make sense anymore and his true self was now in question. He wonders who he truly is if he isn't different than everyone else and now his old friend doesn't even recognize him without the clown makeup. He gathers himself and makes his way back out the street. He is shocked again as everyone no longer has any clown makeup anymore. He screams out on the street in indistinguishable shouts. What is going on?! Is everyone playing a trick on me? He sits in silence for a while and decides that he has no choice but to go back to his clown ways. He proceeds to return to the restroom to reapply the white makeup and red nose once again. He feels at peace though still uneasy about what had happened today. He is leaving the restroom when someone enters the restroom who too is wearing the same makeup as him. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? He goes back to his seat outside and sees that everyone has now gone back to their clown ways. He wants to be angry but for some reason, he sits in silence. He takes a moment and then finally comes to the conclusion: I guess we are all clowns after all and I'm no different.