
Instant Noodles, Instant Loser
A kettle is boiling, and you are already in trouble.
I'm in my kitchen, making myself a cup of instant noodles. I'm not dressed for you. I'm not here for you. You are just something happening in the background of my snack. Listen to the water pour, the lid tear, the steam rise, while I lean back on the counter waiting for my food.
So tell me, will you still be going when I pick up my chopsticks? Or will you be the instant one?
Whatever happens, I still get a hot meal. This is not a challenge. It's a race you were built to lose.
