💬 Weekly Question: What would your autobiography be called?
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Here’s a fun one for you, StoryTalkers. You’ve just turned in the first draft of your autobiography, and your editor loves every chapter of it. In fact, they call you crying; they’ve never been so moved by another human being’s totally interesting life. Now, it’s time to slap a name on its cover. Which brings us to this week’s question:
What would your autobiography be called?
Don’t forget to tell us why, too.
I composed this Weekly Question several weeks before I scheduled its publication, which is unusual for me. I struggled to come up with a title for my own autobiography that didn’t sound unintentionally pretentious (I don’t mind sounding intentionally pretentious). It finally came to me, or rather it came to my son who pointed out the word I probably say more than any other.
Fuck
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wandered through life mumbling “Fuck” and variants of it at everything. I spill water on myself doing dishes? “Fuck.” I wander social media? “Fuck.” I get hired to write a screenplay? “Fuck.” The word sums up everything good and bad in my life. It’s the perfect word, with infinite meanings wholly dependent on the context of the moment. I love it…which is why I would give my autobiography the title Fuck.
Now, your turn to answer. I want to read an autobiography title from you that makes me say, “Fuck.” Make sure to read and comment on other StoryTalkers’ answers, too.



"I'd Like A Beer the Size of My Head, please."
When I was in high school going through my third major unrequited crush plus heartbreak, I considered that my autobiography would be titled one day, and I shit you not, "The Women in My Life."
Teenagers!
At this point I'm thinking it would be titled either, "Look, I'm Just Being Grumpy" or "That's My Secret: I'm Always Tired."