So much is shared publicly nowadays. Promises and moments of affection between lovers, glimpses of babies’ lives from overjoyed parents, radical opinions of those to whom humanity has little left to thrive on, etc. You name it. We all know what it feels like to press “enter” after we’ve shared a piece of something that makes us a tad more vulnerable, yet very proud. And just a month ago, I felt it like never before after publicly disclosing that I have genital herpes.