I've had to deal with it for as long as I can remember: "Oh, come on, of COURSE you want a birthday cake!" No, I don't. I want a birthday pie. (The fact that it's not my birthday has no bearing on this discussion.)
Almost everyone seems to think it's just WRONG to turn down a birthday cake in favor of a birthday pie. But I don't. It's not that I have anything against cake. Cake is OK. In fact, there are plenty of cakes that I find appealing. But when it comes to my birthday, or anyone else's for that matter, I prefer pie. I don't think I have a favorite pie. If I did, it would probably be apple. Or cherry. Maybe pecan. Possibly peach. Chocolate pie is not my top choice, but I can eat it. Buttermilk pie is good. So is coconut cream pie. And lemon meringue has a place. As does black-bottom pie.
It seems a bit odd to me that I, never much of a sweets-eater, have always liked pie. What's odder still is the fact that the older I get, the more I like it. I guess it would be even more odd if I were to like it more the younger I get.
Whether my philosophy of life shapes who I am, or the other way around, my perception of the world matters. It matters deeply.
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