Social Blunders

you pick up your socks and you displace yourself, feels good don't it? you unfold your socks into their spots and stretch out, comfortable, right? you fiddle with an old lighter that was tucked into a front pocket of your best pair of jeans, a mini firework show at the tips of your fingers. you think back. you think on it. you've come this far, lost a few gained, a few more. the world levels itself out. your world, on a teeter totter of social blunders. you think back on them, their faces and in all your memories you remember some malice 

but can't find the point in time when they aimed it at you.