When I was in high school, I had an English teacher (Hi, Ms. Mullins!) who insisted that everything we wrote be titled. This resulted in some titles that had very little to do with the contents of the essay. Maybe it was James who titled something (probably about Catch-22 or Le Morte d’Arthur) “Becky’s Yellow Socks”. It could have been a “meeting the letter, not the spirit” kind of thing or it could have been some expression of Absurdism, in which, as rural high school seniors, we were Experts. I still have the t-shirt that class made: illustrated pocket protector on the front and a collection of in-jokes and Monty Python references on the back (“Watery Tart”).
Anyway, I haven’t been using titles.
I think I might start. Just to see how it goes.