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- Jun 13, 2020
I know that the Jomhas have recently experienced their own personal and professional 9/11.
If you don't mind, I'd like to take us back to their 9/10.
It was recently discussed how Anisa had an ex boyfriend (surprise, she was talking about an ex boyfriend in front of her husband again) who would put a slice of Kraft American cheese on top of a bowl of ramen, and this deeply disturbed and disgusted her. In no world did she think it was ok.
Guys, I just want to share this with you.
This last weekend, I had a bowl of ramen as a treat. I put a slice of American cheese on top. I put foil on top to make it melt, and then I ate it.
This brought me more happiness than any material possession has brought me in the past month. This was such an enjoyable experience.
The type of ramen used was just cheap spicy beef broth Korean ramen, shin ramyum. The broth cooked into the noodles and evaporated dry as soon as it was done cooking, so there was no liquid. Just noodles, mushrooms, vegetables, and cheese velvet on top that mixed into every bite.
When I was done devouring this, I thought about Anisa for some reason. I realized why adding Kraft American cheese to a bowl of ramen might feel threatening to her. It's because she could probably never find a moment of pure bliss like this.
If Anisa was having a bad day, and she felt tired and worn down, could she buy happiness for $1.25?
I don't think she could. I don't she could allow herself that. It would be her choice.
This realization made me feel momentarily sad.
Everybody lives once, and some people will never be happy.

If you don't mind, I'd like to take us back to their 9/10.
It was recently discussed how Anisa had an ex boyfriend (surprise, she was talking about an ex boyfriend in front of her husband again) who would put a slice of Kraft American cheese on top of a bowl of ramen, and this deeply disturbed and disgusted her. In no world did she think it was ok.
Guys, I just want to share this with you.
This last weekend, I had a bowl of ramen as a treat. I put a slice of American cheese on top. I put foil on top to make it melt, and then I ate it.
This brought me more happiness than any material possession has brought me in the past month. This was such an enjoyable experience.
The type of ramen used was just cheap spicy beef broth Korean ramen, shin ramyum. The broth cooked into the noodles and evaporated dry as soon as it was done cooking, so there was no liquid. Just noodles, mushrooms, vegetables, and cheese velvet on top that mixed into every bite.
When I was done devouring this, I thought about Anisa for some reason. I realized why adding Kraft American cheese to a bowl of ramen might feel threatening to her. It's because she could probably never find a moment of pure bliss like this.
If Anisa was having a bad day, and she felt tired and worn down, could she buy happiness for $1.25?
I don't think she could. I don't she could allow herself that. It would be her choice.
This realization made me feel momentarily sad.
Everybody lives once, and some people will never be happy.
