It ends in pie

Life is weird.

It's a fickle minx of weirdness.

It doesn't make any sense and seems to obey no rules.

It comes and goes as it pleases and it doesn't listen to anyone or anything.

The only thing we can do, really, is hang on.

And sometimes throw our hands into the air and scream like we're on a roller coaster.

And sometimes let the tears fall, because that TV show or song or experience just hit you in the gut.

And sometimes, just go with your gut, even when your mind tells you it's a bad plan.

Your gut can be wrong.

But so can your mind, and at least when your gut is wrong you can logic out what the result would have been if you'd gone the mind route.

For a girl who likes to follow the rules I sure do get annoyed when people tell me how to think.

That's just my own little slice of conundrum pie.

Speaking of pie, I'm thinking a custard one sounds delightful. What say you? Are you with me? Or are you more an apple-cherry pie kinda person?