This would be the author explicitly asking for comments, yes? ;-)
Explaining and confessing to strangers is tiring, filling in background. Yet we can also skip the trivial parts and focus on the important nuggets, and the strangers do not fill in the empty spaces with their familiarity because they can’t see the white space. Here, reader, look here. This is what I want you to see. Judge me on this thing, tell me what you think, not the rest, ignore the rest, you don’t even know it’s there. Let me tell you my story about this.
In an essay space such as Medium, we also have the luxury of editing ourselves. How does this read to a stranger? I should not have mentioned her, she doesn’t fit in — wait, yes, make her a footnote, now it hangs together.
We can see the white space we leave. Where do we need to fill in? This makes me sound stupid, but it made sense at the time. It did, right? Now even I think I sound stupid. No, this was before the accident, I need to mention that part. How could I forget that? That’s right, everything changed after that.
We remember ourselves better when we confess and explain to strangers. That doesn’t make me courageous, it makes me comfortable.
Stuff I write on Medium is NOT what I post on Facebook. (Yes, I have a Facebook account. Shut up.) And yes, I make confessions on Medium that would be idiotic on FB, simply because the people on FB know me IRL and would have trouble reconciling my persona and mask with the person I am here. And yet, I don’t feel it takes more courage to show myself on Medium, because I don’t have to look anyone in the eye at work or church and wonder if they’re thinking about what I wrote last week.
So I don’t see writing as a risk. Not here. Mostly (especially with my poetry, and sometimes with my more oddball comments) I feel like I’ve let down a burdon. Peace and direction, as augustkhalilibrahim said.