As I sit here, feeling pretentious, I am thinking over reasons to start a memoir blog:
1) It is cheaper than therapy.
2) It is cheaper than medication.
3) My life seems interesting to me.
4) I must be a narcissist.
5) I may be a better writer than I thought.
Reasons not to start a memoir blog are even greater:
1) My family will disown me.
2) I will need to pay for therapy.
3) Medication is expensive.
4) I will be labeled a narcissist.
5) I will suck at writing and never write again.
So, when choosing a title, I found that their were other titles by nearly the same name. But why? Surely, did they too grow up with Freud? Was he framed upon the mantle in their family room? Did he stand next to a picture of four headless breasts? I thought of placing Buddha in the title somewhere, for he was a part of the scene as well, but I just can't afford the pot reference.
