a heart with a twist of lemon

a little over a year ago, my parent's took me into men's wearhouse. i had a year left of college, and it was time to transition me into adult hood. no more jeans, weird hair and ratty thrift store t-shirts. it was time to prepare for the real world, and i don't mean MTV's real world where people just get drunk, hook up, and fight. i mean real world like wear nice clothes, buy a house and have a family.

we picked out some pants, shirts, ties and a sports coat. then the tailors sized me up. having people measure me kind of made me feel important. like they're making these fine clothes fit me and only me. but as much as the seams aligned with my body, it didn't feel right. if this was what dressing up in the real world felt like, i knew i wasn't going to like it.

the whole get up has only been worn once since i've owned it. that's because rather than trying to fit into uncomfortable clothes for a real world job, i found a job that fit me and my normal attire. a job where i can have weird hair, and wear jeans and converse shoes. a place where i get paid to simply think of ideas, and where i am not confined to the office to think of those ideas. my office extends out to coffee shops and bookstores, wherever ideas can be found. where coworkers stay late past closing hours to play computer games with me. everyone has their own style, and they are allowed to show it. its a place where i get a whole week off for Christmas. welcome to the world of advertising. where my parent's perception of the typical business world is shattered and where i have found a snug fit.