Oh BM.  She's like a one man carnival.  The questionable kind where all the stereotypes originate from.  

The mental gymnastics are astounding.  These mental gymnasts bend and flex in ways you never thought the human body capable of.  Their unnatural movements are so fluid and seem to come with such ease.  Creepy, impressive, fascinating all at the same time.

There's also the two faced lady.  She's super scary.  Or mindboggling.  Maybe a bit humorous.  Confusing.  Disturbing.  Cliche.  All of the above.

The fun house with its maze of mirrors, the shaky floors. Somewhat destabilizing and disorienting but surmountable.  An inconvenient let down at best.  We all know it's not really any fun and yet like idiots we walk through anyway.  Always stepping out disappointed in the predictable half-arsed "tricks."

She'll take you on a roller coaster ride.  A rickety, pathetic, painful one that you're not so sure was assembled correctly at the latest stop.  With its creaks and groans and uncomfortable seats, it jerks you around the twists and turns, you let out a half hearted scream at the top of the... wait that was a hill?  

The food is questionable, you're pretty sure the games are rigged, there's a lingering stench of deep fried sugary confections and vomit.  Once you're in, you're nickel and dimed to an empty wallet.  And there's always screaming kids running around acting like fools.

Can't we just stick to the guessing booths? C'mon BM, guess my age.  Or my weight.  One is higher and one is lower than your own - but not the ones you think (or wish).

I so want for her to have the drive, the ambition to leave the carnival life.  She should aim higher.  Like the circus.  I wish she'd run away and join the circus.  

She's a pretty good clown.  Just because it's more Pennywise than Bobo doesn't make her any less a clown than the next guy.