I love this picture from Signe Kristine on Flickr.
Yes, it's funny, and yes clowns are creepy, but it also symbolizes what can happen anytime we let someone get close, when they get past our trenches and barbed wire and start walking inside the walls of the fortress we've built around our heart. What if this new person turns out to be a creepy clown? What if they turn out even worse? Or, what if we turn out to be the creepy clown to them?
We each can play either part, depending on circumstance, you know.
I can't help but think that when she met him, he didn't have on the bulbous nose and looked fairly normal. It was only after they started getting naked (emotionally) with each other that he showed her his big floppy shoes and let his inner clown come out. Maybe she overreacted, maybe she should have been more accepting of his clown lifestyle, or maybe he should have kept his inner clown a secret and only clowned-out when he went on business trips out of the city, you know, where he wouldn't have been recognized.
Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it.