Inside Cover August 17, 2007

di·gress [di-gres, dahy] To wander from a direct or straight course.
  
Yup. That’s a good start.
       
Two years ago, I broke my immigrant parents’ hearts by deferring my acceptances into several prestigious law schools a week before my college graduation. To them, law school was only one stop on the upward incline to one day becoming The Reason They Moved To This Country And Sacrificed So Much And Wouldn’t It Have Been Better If It Were Medical School Instead But We Suppose Law School Will Have To Do. To me, law school was where my soul would go to choke and die for good. So I ignored all nagging feelings of guilt and found (un)gainful employment in my city de jour post-college, Chicago, where I ended up kind of by accident, which is an awesome way to make most of life’s important decisions.
        
Since then, I’ve arrived at my office dressed inappropriately on several occasions and quickly learned that it’s not so fun being Corporate America’s bitch. But I’ve also gained the priceless knowledge of how to make every situation not that bad (Ed. note: Booze). It provides ample storytelling for the amusement and disdained judgment of others proving that life really is all about trade-offs.
          
I like to listen to Amy Winehouse, French rap or Ben Folds Five’s “Whatever and Ever Amen” while I write. The voices of a British Jew with a terrifyingly mind-jarring love for hard drugs and big hair; the French with their hella sexy (but ironic) edge (because it is French rap after all); and a nerdy suburban kid with deep-harboring issues that play out creatively comprise almost all of my multiple personalities.
  
My life is a continued hyperbole of running away from demons and confronting them. You could say it’s all one big show of distress, but it sounds so much more charming to say I’m simply digressing in thought and in life ad nauseum.
 
And this blog is going to run with that delusion.