What is my life going to be? Four years of college (and plenty of knowledge) have earned me this useless degree.

I'd like to know something.

How is it that I have gone almost 24 years without having ever experienced the joy of owning one of those things that straps your iPod to your arm when you go running? Honestly, it's changed my life. And I'm only exaggerating slightly.

I almost didn't go on my "run" this evening because I couldn't find my iPod headphones. That might sound like a really lame excuse to not exercise, but really? I'd get too bored to continue if I were trying to "run" sans music.

I'm a fan of the route I took this time. I decided to go a different way and check out some of the little side streets around where I live. I ran across (no pun intended. . .) the CUTEST little house. I aspire to live in that house, if I can ever find it again. I then found myself on the street that was the site of some kind of big altercation resulting in stabbings and shootings the other night, and I didn't realize exactly how close it was to my house. I heard the sirens and everything the other night, but I didn't realize it was right there.

I also have some people I know moving onto that street or somewhere thereabouts, and I'm not. . .altogether thrilled about that. So I hightailed it down that street and went home. I found that when I got home, I wanted to keep going, so I went back up and down the street. I decided that I could justify walking rather than running if I went up steep hills while I was going. I don't get out of breath, but my stomach starts to hurt, and I know you have to push yourself a little beyond what you're comfortable with if you want to improve or be able to have more endurance or whatever, but I'd rather not pass out in the middle of Main Street.

I made an observation today: it was a general observation and really only vaguely had anything to do with anything. It was brought on by a combination of things, one being a discussion about "illicit affairs" and the results thereof and the other being one of the women in the office calling the woman her husband cheated on her with and then subsequently married a whore, and pointing her out in pictures to me. Plus, I just finished reading The Other Boleyn Girl (a fabulous book I'd highly recommend to anyone who had the time to read a book just over 600 pages) which is all about sham marriages and infidelity and all that, told from the point of view of the Other Woman.

I guess this isn't so much an observation as a question. Why is it that women (and maybe men do it too, I don't know) blame the Other Woman almost solely in situations of infidelity? I mean, a wife can walk around saying, "Oh, I can never trust you again, I can't believe you'd do that, etc," but in my observations, it's always the Other Woman's fault. Why is that? I'm pretty sure it takes two to tango (so to speak) and, unless the Other Woman is married herself, shouldn't most of the blame be placed, at least in the eyes of the other spouse, on their lawfully wedded?

Obviously, I've never been married (as multiple people have been pointing out to me in the last month or so) but I just don't understand the rationale. For all the spouse knows, the Other Woman was seduced by the husband. Or maybe it was a mutual thing.

I mean, it's entirely possible the Other Woman was just a big old slut puppy homewrecker trying to break up a happy home, but surely, that can't be the case all the time.

Anyway, that's my question. I don't expect it to be answered (I have a feeling no one really knows the answer) but I just wondered.

In other news, going back to the Capital seriously made me question whether I wanted to live here for much longer. I thought about looking for a job back home, packing up and moving before the end of the year.

But I don't know that I could actually do that. I'm tied up in this place in a most peculiarly emotional sort of way, and I think if I left, I'd want to come back. I think it's a damned if you do, damned if you don't sort of situation. I miss the big city. I really, really do. But everything's nice around here (save the occasional stabbing/shooting). The weather's nice, it's quaint, it's got great views.

I don't know. I'm afraid that I might settle here, and then I might become one of those people that are so set in their ways, they drive the local newspapers crazy when they write in complaints and comments.

I feel like this whole post has been kind of off-topic and here and there. . .but that's kind of how I'm feeling right now.

I'm also feeling incredibly hot. I feel like my body temperature is about 10 degrees higher than any normal person's should be. I'm always hot.