Yeah, we called it brick weed cause they were packaged to save space not the product… and we generally didn’t fuck with it because it wasn’t even green by the time it was up in New england
As a millennial, describing something as fire, or mids, that was us. Y’all youngings are appropriating old people culture. That’s how we described weed in the 2000s.
Edit: also when kids were saying ‘ratchet’, that was a direct descendent of Nurse Ratchet in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Ken Keasy used that name to be a homonym for “rat shit.” Next time you hear so e drop ‘ratchet,’ ask them what it means. They won’t even know.
It’s weird how old slang crops up like that. Ratchet was like, the 60s.
Edit2: I predict “kind” will get taken in, like “KB” or “kind bud” to mean “dope”. Like “you those shoes are kind, fam”.
I also predict that “beasters” might make it’s way in, but “beast” already meaning “dominate” might trip it up, because “beasters” were weed that was grown rushed with phosphates in the soil in indoor hydroponic labs, and that shit had lower THC content than most mids, looked better, but smelled off. Dead giveaway was hollow stems. Idk. Calling beats by dre headphones “beasters” would be a fitting insult to their products.
Fleek died the moment someone managed to get that fire started. Good riddance.
Take stock of what is and what is not in your control. There are a lot of things in life that are unfair that are outside of our control.
If the thing is in your control, take stock of what actions you can take to change the thing to better suit your desired outcomes.
This advice may seem trite, but it’s been repeated for generations because it is always like this in some capacity. Life will throw shit at you. Your job as a person seeking a happy healthy life is to learn how to react and respond. If it’s out of your control, you have to make the best of it. Even if it sucks.
There are people happily fighting cancer. There are happy paraplegics. There are happy people in Gaza (not many, but I guarantee there is someone finding the silver lining in a real hell scape).
Learn to accept the things you cannot control. Learn to act in the things that are within your control.
Like, yo, tummy: I have not failed to feed you in over 30 years. Maybe don’t cause me physical pain and nausea? A simple grumble is fine until it gets actually serious, ok?