Oh, Ramen. You get such a bad rap. You’re incredibly bad for us. But you keep us afloat during the lean times.
You just can’t beat 10 for $1.
Even when they made you more convenient and put you in a cup, you were still affordable at 3 for $1.
Intuitively, I knew you weren’t healthy. “Maybe if I don’t look at the nutritional label, you’ll feel less harmful.”
But I knew you were like a bad relationship that we would eventually quit. One day I would walk away and never look back.
You were so easy to make. Even a big dummy like me could put water in a cup and heat you up in the microwave for 2 minutes.
Voila. Lunch and/or dinner.
It’s been years since I walked away from you, but I wanted to make sure to let you know that I do appreciate the time we spent together. You deserve that much.
I recently got to experience the flavor of “closer to the source code” ramen. Imagine my surprise when I realized that I’ve been pronouncing your name wrong the whole time.
It’s not RAYman.
You come from a long, storied history that makes me hungry just thinking about it.
I can’t imagine ever going back to you, though. I’m just too fancy and bougie now. But this letter is to let you know that it’s become apparent that despite your terrible nutritional traits, you help many people make it through tough times. Many rappers and entrepreneurs mention you in their origin story, as do I.
Thank you.
