Looking

I walked into a store the other day. It doesn't matter what store because this happens a lot and could easily be any store. I wander around for a few minutes before a salesperson comes up to me and asks:

Are you looking for anything in particular?

No. 

It's an honest answer. So why am I in there in the first place? What could I possibly be looking for in a store when I don't even have my wallet with me?

Later that afternoon, I come home to my apartment, read a page of a book, and then head to the kitchen. I open the fridge and scan the shelves. I peek in the freezer and open up the cabinets. I even sift through the fruit bowl. But I'm not even hungry. I go back to my book and a chapter later, I'm back in the kitchen. A couple of grapes find their way into my mouth, but they weren't what I was looking for. I knew that before I popped them in my mouth. I even knew that before I got up off the couch.

Night falls and I go to work. After I put the kids to bed, I roam my client's home, ducking my head into each room. Maybe I'll pick up a toy or fold a blanket, but I know that's not what I was really searching for. 

Some days, I ride my bike around the city. Other days I run. But however I'm traveling, I'm rubbernecking every step of the way. But I never stay any place long. And neither do my eyes. They keep scanning.

It's a long path to finding what you're looking for by using process of elimination. That seems to be all I'm going off of these days.

And all this looking must be leading somewhere. What the hell do I keep looking for?!

Answers?

Myself?

Perhaps I'm just looking for the sake of looking.