Naked people in glass houses

You know that feeling? That feeling that you might really be alone, no one is going to surprise you and you can finally fart or burp, dig that underwear out, adjust that bra, see if you have something in your nose or teeth? That's how I feel on blogger right now. After basking in the euphoria of comments everyday, then getting mildly freaked out that people were actually reading, then feeling disappointed when people stopped, I'm back about where I started. I feel a little like I can stretch out in unladylike ways and use this space as a writing exercise pen. Enjoyed the guests, would love to have them over again but until then, am feeling emboldened like I'm walking around naked in a glass house and no one has noticed. I feel safe because no one sees me, I feel excited because somebody might.