A Feeling of No-Se-Que

 I have of feeling that cannot define, un no-se-que (Spanish: I don't know what), but sure it is not happy. The bourse is losing its "animal spirits" and each day is worth one percent less. I have to pay debts and had to sell at loss. My antennae perceive violence irradiating from the Arabs and the fragility of the new government. I could not sleep and read Twitter messages of modest haredi girls. They live in terror of the shidduch (matchmaking). They cannot date a candidate more than twice or so and are under terrible pressure to decide. They are intelligent but insecure, and they relieve the stress through short, witty, obscure messages. I feel pity for them.