Human Kancho (Feat. Jungkook’s Kancho)

You know that surreal moment when you discover you’ve been wanting things you don’t want, demanding things you never asked for, and apparently getting angry about situations you didn’t even know were happening? That’s basically been my life — a nonstop production where people confidently announce my thoughts and feelings for me, no permission required.

Most days I’m just minding my own business, thinking about something as harmless as Kancho biscuits — the same ones Jungkook sparked a viral moment by looking for his name on Weverse — and suddenly I’ve got a whole emotional narrative printed on me. He was having fun hunting his name; meanwhile, people around me have been stamping my name, thoughts, and opinions onto things for years, treating me like a mass-produced Kancho snack — pressed, packaged, and handed out with whatever message they want. In other words, I’ve become a "Human Kancho", stamped and flavored by everyone else’s ideas instead of my own.

And the way they do it? With total, unshakable certainty. “You must be angry.” “You obviously feel this way.” “You definitely said that.” Like a biscuit-stamping machine, they churn out statements I never made. Meanwhile, the version of me they keep inventing is loud, dramatic, volatile, sentimental — exhausting.

Then comes the part where I’m dragged into situations I wasn’t even part of. Someone wants something? My name’s on it. Someone wants to soften their push? My name’s on it. Someone needs emotional leverage? My feelings get printed on a snack and handed out like promotional samples. Years spent as a bite-sized, ready-to-use emotional prop.

And yes, it messes with you. When you’re constantly misquoted, misrepresented, and packaged into someone else’s story, you start questioning whether you are this chaotic character or if you’re just a convenient label for everyone else’s narrative. It’s definitely the second one.

I haven’t managed to unstamp myself yet. People still use my name like it’s a blank Kancho, ready for any message they want. But at least now I see it — every projection, every fabricated emotion, every false quote. I may not have control yet, but I’m no longer confused.

So if you’ve ever felt like a Human Kancho — stamped, packaged, and flavored with other people’s stories while you’re left wondering who the heck they’re describing — you’re not alone. Some of us aren’t misunderstood. We’re just mass-produced versions of ourselves for everyone else’s convenience.

But this? These words? This story?

This one actually has my name on it — stamped by me, not anyone else.