For no apparent reason

There are days when you don’t feel comfortable. You try to look for a reason but you can’t find it, but you know it’s there. It has to be, because otherwise you wouldn’t write about it, nor would you be thinking all the time about something abstract, non-existent, but it exists.

It’s easier when there is something to think about, some concrete fact, since at least you can say “Hey! I’m going to think about something else”, but when they are possibly small things that have nothing or everything to do with each other it is different, and only because there is no apparent reason.