Done a lot of stupid things 
under the guise of comfortability, 
allowing yourself to slip between meanings, 
normalizing the unnormal.
You look back with a twinge of disgust. 
Not yet regret, but a pang
of foreign sickness. 
Not prideful enough 
to think your actions go
without consequence,
universally blessed. 
But just egotistical enough 
to assume in that moment, 
everyone was looking at you.