“Do You Consider Yourself a ‘Happy Person?'”

ATTENTION: This is my 100th post on the Barefoot Aya! Wahoo!

An interview for a job I was perfectly qualified for that I thought I would enjoy came up and I had the answers to every single interview question but one:

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What Does a College Degree Mean Today?

It’s not the training you need for a career, but instead it’s like a power-up for the rest of your life.

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“What Is Wrong With Me?”

Unemployment and feeling stuck makes you think some pretty weird things. Lately, it’s been giving me a bunch of anxiety and I am not a fan. I’m usually more of a “Woe is me, everything is corrupt and the world is only getting worse” kind of a person, but this time it’s different.

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An Inappropriate Perspective of LA

When I first came to LA, I had a very specific vision of what it would be like and that was mostly Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake madly in love, wearing matching denim outfits.

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“You’re going to Hell.”

It seems everyone has at least one horror story from attending Catholic school. One of mine (I have many) comes from my 5th grade religion class.

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No Fast Fix: Life With Mental Illness

I am nineteen and sitting in the campus counselor’s office. Her room is sunny and overlooks the quad, where boys in shorts toss frisbees with shouts and girls in floral shirts clump together at a picnic table, laughter and chatter floating above their open laptops. I look down at my hands, fidgeting in my lap, as I wait for Alexa to sit down in the arm chair across from me.

The arrangement of the room is more suggestive of a conversation between friends than therapy–– we’re both in arm chairs, a small table between us. Her notebook lies on the table when she isn’t writing. On the first day she explained this to me:

“I keep it there because I want you to be able to know what I’m writing, if you’d like.”

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From Vegan to AIP: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Eat Meat Again

1. VEGGIE

I was never a “good” vegetarian. I would break for special occasions, when traveling, or just to make sure I got the chance to try something special. My ethos was and still is:

Do your best to minimize your contribution to climate change and/or the suffering of animals, but not to the extent that you feel you’re constantly missing out.

Once, while I was following this mostly-veggie mantra, I ate a traditional tamale stuffed with meat. The mother of the guy who I was dating at the time had made them, and they were one of his favorite dishes. Before warming up the tamale for me, this ex-boyfriend made a judgmental remark along the lines of, “You’re going to just forget your morals like that?”

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