We all expose ourselves through our writing; writing communicates more about us than a lifetime of short conversations. Whether we want it to or not, writng is subjective. You could write a paper on the fall of Rome, and in reading it I would learn as much about you as I would the fall of Rome. When you write, you expose the tender underbelly of your being. You open yourself up to the cruelties of society, and give them the option of being pleased with what they've found, and nuturing it, or tearing apart that tender flesh.
When I post online, I realize that I am exposing myself to a world of sharks who are not afraid to attack, shrouded by a mask of anonymity and distance. This is a risk I take. However, I don't expose myself without protection. The more I am attacked, the more I learn of my attacker. I will not admit defeat.I will continue to put myself out there to be judged, ridiculed, accepted, and dissected. My flesh is hard to penetrate and quick to heal. No matter how many times I am attacked, I will still be there, the same person, undamaged.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove"
-Shakespeare, excerpt, Sonnet 116
I think the marriage of true minds is intellectual. The deepest connection you can have with someone is connecting soul to soul. I'm not talking soul mates. This could be an intimacy achieved in a coffee shop, with a person you just met. But I stray from my original topic. I guess this last part is just something to think about.