Fluffy Dignity Ears

Metaphorical Narrative

After the rocket launch, something funny happens. You’re walking around lighter, freer, and suddenly you notice it: enormous, fluffy ears on the sides of your head.

People say things — sharp words, careless jokes, sideways comments. They try to sting. But now, instead of piercing, their words tumble and slide over the fluff. They can’t even reach you.

Your ears are made of dignity itself — soft, oversized, untouchable. And with every bounce, you grin wider. The old ambush is gone. The courtroom is shut down.

Because here’s the truth: you can’t tame baby.

Core Insight

Ego once told you every word could humiliate you. Now you see: the words don’t enter unless you let them. Dignity doesn’t need armour — it grows fluff. It absorbs without damage. It makes the sting ridiculous.

Saturday Experiment

1. Notice the words. Next time someone throws a comment your way, don’t flinch. Picture it hitting your fluffy ears.
2. Let it fall. Watch it tumble off harmlessly, like raindrops on fur.
3. Say it raw. Whisper: Me fluffy dignity. Me untamed.

Sunday Reflection

• What words once cut straight into you but now fall harmlessly away?
• How does humor shift the whole dynamic of dignity?
• If no one can tame you, what do you get to do freely?