When Clowns Make Fun Of You

When Clowns Cry

Along the journey of life, we encounter people whom, though we may not have the privilege of meeting, touch us in certain ways unimaginable. Maybe they have a story to share, a lesson to teach us, or just a friendship to share. And once in a while, we are given the opportunity to encounter certain people.

Knowing @Arisushen was by accident. He ousted me once as mayor of LRT Araneta Cubao, (yes he's a Foursquare addict too) and the rest they say is history. Incidentally, Aris is also from Marikina, a city near where I work. So near yet so far.

The funny thing about Foursquare and Twitter, you know where people are and what they are up to, but I never got a chance to bump into Aris, not even once, in the places where Twitter people frequently hang out in - TriNoma, Gateway, you name it.

Nonetheless, Aris has been a very kind person - an advice here and there, a reply to my rants or questions, and even an endless exchange of jokes and what have yous. Yes, I'd say, even if I never met him, he has been a good friend.

I've seen Aris' life unfold thru his many Foursquare check ins, his rants on Twitter, his promos for his followers. But what caught my attention was a tumblr blog with a picture of sad clown. Yes, he wrote too, and he writes with passion, with depth as any seasoned blogger would. Whenever I see any clown, I'd immediately associate it with Aris. Whatever happened to his story, maybe he'll tell it the way it should rightfully told and in his own terms.

Today, I got a BBM Notification that Aris is at the airport on the way to Detroit. I immediately tweeted to ask if Mr. Clown was leaving, and for good. No reply - neither my BBM nor my tweet got any reply.

Maybe I had too much chocolate last night, or maybe I'm just an emotional wreck that I realized, a tear was slowly racing down my right cheek. I was sad, I instantly became sad, for reasons I do not know.

It got me to ask, why are people whom I have been accustomed to leave. Whether they choose to come back or not, why do they leave anyway?

Maybe it is the thought of not being able to say goodbye that saddens me. Maybe it is the thought that I will never ever cross paths with my friend Aris, or maybe because I am scared that the remaining friends I have will soon leave me too.

You may not understand my sadness. You may say I am overreacting considering that I haven't even met the person I call friend, and here I am on drama mode. But I don't care what you think.

My friend left.... I haven't even said hello and goodbye.

I have every reason to be sad.