Being The Class Clown or Office Clown and Aspergers

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Lots of people who have problems in school of one kind or another turn into the class clown because they figure it's better to be thought to be a goof-off than to be thought stupid. I'm sure that could apply to social stuff too.

I used to be the class clown without knowing it, then another kid moved here who is also aspie, I studied how he behaved, noted what behaviors got him picked on by others, and tried to stop doing those. Kids used to pick on me a little before this, but not much, simply because I was one of the biggest kids in my grade.

Before I was diagnosed i thought I was just ACTING goofy.

I'm quick at noticing humour in things so it's my natural way of socializing. The result is that I indeed end up as a clown, a clown that people either love, hate or love to hate, but it's fine as otherwise I'd be socially paralyzed.

I was always the class clown also. The other kids thought I was strange... but I was funny, so in ways I was accepted because of that I think. Maybe not accepted, but I didn't get teased as often.

on purpose? no. accidentail? maybe. i can remember when i worked at the mall i was made fun of and called waldo, and im shure it was all accidentail

my brother told my mom in a very serious voice that he really wanted to be the class clown and he was keeping track of what his classmates laughed at, and he thought he had this class-clown thing figured out.

Hmmmmm... Wasn't the class clown - was too unfunny and too busy getting picked on most of the time. However, I now use humour as a way of keeping people at a distance as I'm so damn stuck for anything to say that won't make me look like a tool. I'd rather be laughed at and thought of as a jackass when its just a persona I'm putting out there rather than the 'real' me. Basically its a social survival skill.

I obstinately refuse to call myself a clown. I may have clown issues.

That said, I take great joy in making people laugh. I'm naturally good at it, and do it often online and in person. It's not really a try thing; I just be me and people laugh; I like that; I also like that it is an exercise of wit.

This is a later life development, extending into modern day; I was more sad than funny in school, and hardly spoke to anyone at all ever in college. I can be terribly crass and blunt though, and I am definitely not politically correct; consequently, I am not for the faint of heart.

I know not how it all relates to Aspergers. I do believe in Aspie humor though, and rather like it.

Good fortune,

- Icarus taught Yorik everything he knew...

I was sorta the class clown...I was the "rugged individualist" of my class. Alot of this was brought about by my right-brained wackyness and hyperactivity (am an ADDer)...though i often made a fool of myself and inevitably really alienated myself more than anything else when it came down to it.

I was oblivious, of course as to how obnoxious I actually was. Then again, I sorta also blazed a trail for "outside-the-box" thinking among my peers to a certain extent.

And the reason I did it sorta had to do with making the class bearable to me.


I was also the office clown...or really "office weirdo" when I worked in an office.

Somebody's gotta do it.

In some schools I was a clown, in others a brain, once school I was a bully, I have no idea where that one came form except I was horribly manic at that point. I can recall picking on people but it was like my blood was fizzing, and I was SOOOO happy... it felt like I was playing with them, and expected them to play back. I got very confused when they didn't. My dad was a minister and we moved every 1-2 years while I was growing up. Every new school I went into was a fresh start and I had a new persona in every one it seemed like. The older I got though the more often it was clown, because I was over 6 feet tall at 13 and one of the biggest guys in almost every class after that. Big enough that other guys wanted to pick fights with me to show they were "tough". Since I hated fighting it wasn't exactly proving anything but they didn't know that. Top that off with me knowing very well if I cut LOOSE on somebody, when I was really REALLY angry and they were going to get hurt. It only happened a couple of times and the other kid ALWAYS ended up seeing a doctor... I hated that, so I learned to make people laugh. I found out early that if they were laughing they usually weren't hitting.

I still to that at work, and as Fretion can tell you, I make TRULY horrendous puns sometimes... Today I got to work and people started telling me my obituary was in the paper over the weekend. I pulled up the online version and a guy with my first and last name, different initial had died. I printed it, taped it on my office window below my nameplate... later in the day I made a sign that said "WARNING Please Do Not Feed The Dead Guy" and put that up beside the obit. Inside I was having a horrible day though, not my best time. I was aching all over, from arthritis, it's frigid cold here and I spent time outside over the weekend working on my wife's car in subzero windchills. I'm swamped at work and my assistant was being excessively NT emo today. IM'ing back and forth with Fretion he commented that I was being very morbid today and asked if it was because of the obituary, and I told him the truth, "No, actually that was kind of the high point of my day....". Yes I make people laugh a lot, and yes it's usually intentional. Doesn't mean I feel it inside.