A man goes to see his psychiatrist because he’s horribly depressed. He’s tried everything — therapy, medication, but nothing works. “You know what,” his psychiatrist says, “go to the circus. There’s a clown there that makes everyone laugh. He’ll make you feel better.”


A few weeks pass, and the man is still depressed.

“Didn’t you go watch the clown?” the psychiatrist asks.

“Sorry Doc,” says the man.


“You really should make an effort to see this clown. It will be good for you to watch him perform; he is almost like a miracle worker.”

“Doc,” replies the man. “That clown is me.”

Many comedians, just like the rest of us, live a certain dichotomy. On the outside, they are funny, gregarious and happy — consummate performers. But on the inside some of them live with a certain sadness. It weighs on them constantly, departing only temporarily, when they are onstage making audiences laugh.

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