Miss Mallory Meredith's Misinterpretations and Follies (Obscenities Included!)

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Experiences That Pressed Me That One Night

I’m running.

I’m running and running and running. And I don’t know why I am running so hard or what I am running away from, but I actually do know exactly what I am running away from and why I am running so hard for in the same breath.

It is dark. I shouldn’t be running. It is past midnight. I shouldn’t be running. But that is part of the reason I run, part of why I take the risk anyway, because I need to defy something, anything. in my own terms.


Keeping It Together (Or, How The Struggle Is Real)

One of the toughest things about traveling the world alone is hearing the news from where you left. It isn’t because you necessarily miss what you ultimately flipped off, burnt, then pissed on the ashes. Although, the imagery is clear.

I’ve burned a lot of things in my day.


The Things I Carried…Was A Bit Excessive

When I first sat myself down to pack my bags for a dual trip, I didn’t pack everything in the pack first. Instead, I decided to see whether I could put my Tetris skills into play by setting out everything I wanted to bring and figured would fit.



And then I’d have to start all over again.


What The Actual Fuck Was Going On

The next day was when I found out what had actually happened to cause the change in emotions.

It started with when I had left the group a few days prior because everyone sort of left after I did except for Katherine and Ludo.

Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.


The day I caught up with Ludo was the day that Katherine got sick on the road. I won’t go into all the gory details, but let’s just say that it is always a good idea to walk with wet wipes you can use on your bum as well as your face.

Yeah. It was that bad.

As such, my leg had been feeling well. When I got into La Romieu, some ten kilometers from where I’d stayed an extra day to let my shin muscle relax, I heard my name being called out and I turned to see Ludo, whom I had figured was at least another ten kilometers ahead as it was 11:30am or so, and he’d claimed to be walking at a thunder speed from that day forth. Whether we could keep up or not was considered our problem. I was excited because this meant I could try to walk with him a bit further before he ran off into the wild.

New Blood

I am currently at the airport and seeing whether I can post something within thirty minutes because I get forty-five minutes free wifi at my airport, but I used fifteen of it to update my Facebook so people knew my phone is dead to the world unless they have an iPhone, too.



And In The End…

What I should be doing is nothing anymore because it is six days away before I leave the country, so everything should be in order.

But then how would I uphold the family tradition of never being prepared?

Stride of Pride. Because if you can’t change, accept it without shame.