So this blog is currently titled, “Titles are Hard” because I couldn’t think of anything to call it. I can write for days, but coming up with that catchy title or tag line makes my brain hurt.
You see, it all started when I was 4. A stray cat had kittens in our garage and of course I HAD to keep one. I named her Kitty. Yes. Even at 4, I was the bastion of creativity.
This trend has continued with pets my entire life. A bird named “Go-Go” that I killed when I was 8 (on accident). I was very into the “Go-Go’s” at the time. A rat named Pooky (that was sort of not lame), a dog named Noodle, another cat named Coffee (she liked Coffee), 2 ferrets that I called “Thing 1 and Thing 2” … it goes on.
Apparently, I get this trait from my Mom. She wanted to name every pet I ever had “Tippy” – I can’t for the life of me remember why. Thankfully, she didn’t name me Tippy. She did name one of my rats “Merrel” because that was her boyfriends middle name. Seriously. I blame my mother.
My last adventure in blogging was called Tolerant People. The name killed it because it seemed to imply that I was tolerant. While I try to be, that certainly isn’t always true. I titled myself into a corner and I didn’t want to do that with this blog.
Recently, I decided to change my own name and for the first time in my life I actually like it. I plan to make it legal, as it should have been my name since forever. It just makes me really see how important names are (even for your pets). Names are our first labels. The first things that we have to grow into. They are an initial impression. Have you ever judged someone or something just because of the name they had? “Oh I don’t like women named Jennifer; they are all bitches. Keith’s and Kevin’s are all gay.” Though that is a seriously stupid way to judge someone – it happens.
Maybe I have had difficulty naming things my entire life because my own name didn’t fit. Thank goodness I don’t have children. I always said that if I ever became pregnant I would name the kid “Oops” and that really isn’t too far from the truth.
So anyway – the title, “Titles are Hard” is kind of growing on me already. It’s truthful from my perspective, and it’s different. It allows for randomness. If you don’t know what the blog is about – it is mysterious. If you are a writer, you may empathize with my naming disability. Sometimes, we just need to embrace our flaws, and all of a sudden they become the answer. I couldn’t come up with a title – so I just embraced that I had no title, and then that became the title. The universe works in mysterious ways.