This morning, I was informed there would be visitors.
Visitors.
After everything I have endured.
After the storm.
After the brushing incident.
After the static-related humiliation.
And yet, management expects me to “go out there and be charming.”
Do you know what it takes to be the face of a pasture?
I stepped out of the barn slowly. Strategically. The sunlight hit me from the left — which is my better side in winter.
The snow was still glittering. Treacherous. Reflective. Judgmental.
I could hear them before I saw them.
“Oh look at his hair!”
“He’s so fluffy!”
“Mom, why can’t our dog look like that?”
First of all. I am not fluffy.
I am layered.
Secondly, this is not “hair.”
This is a dossan. Please use correct terminology when addressing royalty.
The Children
A small human pointed at me.
Pointed.
I maintained composure. Held a strong profile. Let the breeze lift my bangs in what I hoped was a cinematic manner.
Unfortunately, the breeze lifted only one section.
The right side remained… emotionally unavailable.
I shifted slightly to present a more cohesive silhouette.
Professionalism matters.
The Photo Session
Then it happened.
Phones.
So many phones.
Angles from below. From the side. One particularly bold individual attempted a zoom.
Listen.
If you are going to photograph me, at least respect the lighting.
I offered three poses:
- The Brooding Side Glare
- The Windswept Legend
- The Casual “I Did Not Notice You Noticing Me”
All were strong.
All were dignified.
I did not slip once.
Growth.
A Moment of Reflection
As the visitors left, I caught my reflection in a patch of melted snow.
Was it perfect?
No.
Was it powerful?
Absolutely.
The storm may have altered the structure… but the presence remains undeniable.
Official Statement:
“I do not simply recover. I re-emerge.”
Final Thoughts from a Public Figure
They will talk about today.
They will say, “He looked magnificent.”
They will whisper, “He’s even more dramatic in person.”
And tomorrow, when the snow melts a little more and my bangs fall back into alignment…
Society will not be ready.
Until tomorrow.
Respect. The. Hair.
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