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When Everyone Keeps Taking Slices of Your Cake

The Day Your Cake Stops Feeling Like a Celebration There’s a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from realizing your cake is always being cut — even when it’s not your birthday. You didn’t offer slices. You didn’t invite everyone. You didn’t say, “Help yourself.” Yet plates keep appearing. Forks keep clinking. Hands keep reaching. And the moment you react, that becomes the issue. Not the endless slicing. Not the ignored signals. The reaction. This isn’t about generosity. It’s about who feels entitled to the cake. Growing Up Learning to Share Before You’re Asked Some people don’t grow up learning how to protect their cake. They grow up learning how to share automatically. They learn early: don’t say no don’t make it awkward don’t ruin the mood So they cut the cake themselves. Even when they’re hungry. Even when the cake is small. Even when no one asked nicely. Sharing becomes muscle memory. Not a choice — a reflex. When Sharing Turns Into Expectation At first, people appreciate it. “...

Chosen for Endurance

There’s a specific moment when you realize something isn’t random anymore. Different people. Different places. Same outcome. You keep showing up with good intentions, open energy, and patience — and somehow, you’re always the one expected to hold everything together. You stay longer. You explain more. You give chances where others would’ve walked away. At first, it feels like loyalty. Like strength. Like being “the bigger person.” But then a quiet thought hits you: "Why does this keep happening to me?" This piece isn’t about blame. It’s about patterns — the kind that form early, repeat silently, and only stop when you finally see them clearly. This is about being chosen for endurance — and what happens when you decide you’re done being picked for that role. WHAT “CHOSEN FOR ENDURANCE” REALLY MEANS? Being chosen for endurance doesn’t mean people see your softness. It means they notice your tolerance. They see that you: Don’t complain easily Give people the benefit of the doubt...

My Ears Grew Eyes and Mouths, Turned Into Gossiping Ajumas Critiquing My Life Like a K-Drama

Who knew that my own ears would become a pair of gossiping ajummas who think they’ve got a front-row seat to my life? It’s like my life has been turned into a K-drama playing on the biggest screen in the world, and they’ve grabbed the best seats, Korean ramyun bucket in hand, ready to watch every scene unfold. From the opening credits to the latest plot twist, nothing escapes their gaze. And the best—or worst—part? They’re not even talking to me. They’re just whispering to each other, gossiping, judging, and making commentary like seasoned drama critics. Left Ear leans forward, squinting. “Oh, look at that,” it whispers. “She’s at it again. Trying something new. Is it going to flop? I bet it’s going to flop. Watch closely, I don’t want to miss a single detail.” Right Ear adjusts imaginary 3D glasses. “Hmm… yes, yes, but notice how she’s doing her best, even if it’s messy. That scene wasn’t perfect, but there’s effort there. Did you see it?” Left Ear rolls its eyes. “Effort? Ha! That’s ...