{"id":3230,"date":"2017-10-16T11:41:42","date_gmt":"2017-10-16T11:41:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/girltyler.com\/staging\/2937\/?p=3230"},"modified":"2017-10-18T13:34:17","modified_gmt":"2017-10-18T13:34:17","slug":"irony-running-11th-grade-language-arts-teacher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/girltyler.com\/staging\/2937\/2017\/10\/16\/irony-running-11th-grade-language-arts-teacher\/","title":{"rendered":"The Irony of Running into My 11th Grade Language Arts Teacher"},"content":{"rendered":"

God, I hope she never reads this.<\/p>\n

If you’ve been following me this year, then you know I’ve fallen off<\/a><\/strong>. I don’t write blogs as frequently as I should. I am late responding to Facebook notifications (primarily because I removed the app from my phone) and I rarely share pictures of my life on Instagram<\/strong><\/a>. I wrote about my bouts of depression<\/strong><\/a> and emotional eating<\/a><\/strong>. 2017 is forcing me to deal. I can’t even resize pics on my blog. Idk, what is life.<\/p>\n

Laying low turned out to be the best coping mechanism. Life is far from bad, however, this isn’t the season of harvest that I greatly anticipated.<\/p>\n

I’m also coping with the passing of my favorite aunt. This year is a wild one, yet it’s also serving as a reminder regarding the beauty and value of family. When I’m not freelancing up and down the East coast, I am catching up with my family and close friends in Greenville, SC. I’ll go ahead and say it now. Can’t stand Greenville. Nope, not ever.<\/p>\n

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I complained for\u00a0years in Charlotte, but it’s more vibrant and livelier than this. When I tell people that Greenville is my hometown, I always get the response of “The downtown area is beautiful. I\u00a0LOVE<\/span> Greenville!”. I smile awkwardly thinking “This segregated ass, gentrified face city. Okay.” I reserve Tyler X for my trill Facebook statuses. She’s unwarranted in day-to-day interactions.<\/p>\n

That being said, I am also reminded each time that I am home how I have no value here outside of the walls of my childhood home. I’m convinced that 93% of men here don’t like Black women (fight me), so I keep my interactions with the opposite sex at a minimum.<\/p>\n

Except for my Walmart bae.<\/p>\n

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So what do I do for recreation? I dress up and go to Walmart.<\/p>\n

Exclusive footage of me in the produce section.<\/h2>\n
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Ya’ll there is this fine brotha that works in produce at Walmart. I visit weekly, never purchasing their trash ass fruits and veggies, just to have small talk with him. This is so sad on so many levels. Before and after I go inside the store, I sit in my car scrolling up and down Instagram and Twitter.<\/p>\n

Here’s a tweet from the parking lot.<\/h2>\n
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The more I mature, the more I appreciate the soulful message behind Janet Jackson’s “I Get So Lonely”<\/p>\n

\u2014 GirlTyler (@sheistyler) October 13, 2017<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n