Oh my dear Ramen noodles, how you fill my tummy with yumminess, and oh what a joy it is that you are of such a decent price that my wallet never has to fear its own eternal emptiness. Ramen, you give me the energy to continue to strive towards the completion of my college education. For that I thank you and eat a delicious shrimp version of yourself. There are so many times where you are the main inspiration for me to get out of bed in the morning. Not only do you help me to go about life with a positive attitude, but you also give me the ability to deal with all of the overly obnoxious people that are prevalent in my day-to-day life. Without you, I fear that I may throttle them the next time I see them, but with just a small simple sip of your beef broth, I feel the adrenaline fade from my veins and instead a beautiful euphoria settles over my soul.
There are so many moments where I find myself daydreaming about your delectable noodles in the middle of class. The fact that it barely takes five minutes to create you and soothe my aching belly is a blessing in its own. Sometimes I wish I could find your creator and hug them, for having you in my life is one of the key reasons I am the person that I am today. Oh Ramen noodles, if only there were more flavors of you that I could enjoy. If there were more than just beef, chicken, roast chicken, shrimp, oriental, hot chili, hot and spicy chicken, lime with shrimp, nissin chili, creamy chicken, pork, picante chicken, roast beef, and mushroom, I fear that I would lose myself in a ridiculous fit of joy.
Sometimes I count the days that pass by with the different colors of your packaging. Mondays are blue oriental days, Tuesdays are pink shrimp days, Wednesdays are maroon teriyaki chicken days, Thursdays are orange chicken days, Fridays are yellow creamy chicken days, Saturdays are red beef days, and Sundays are bright green cajun chicken days. Then it just repeats. Some people may find this a silly way to pass the time or a nonsensical article describing an irrational devotion towards a food article, but other people may see some strange hidden meaning within these words; a hidden context if you will. Neither is wrong, yet neither is right. There is no specific reason for an articles existence, such as there is no specific reason for the number of flavors of ramen noodles; as there is no reason more flavors should not be made. We live in a mad, mad world full of wonder and strangenesses; and sometimes we need the simple things, like ramen noodles. So, needless to say, you are one of a kind my love; and you will be forever in my heart.
