Okay, be honest. Sometimes we use words that literally make zero sense. Like, if you stop and think for two seconds, the brain glitches. Example: I heard someone say, “Bro, that snack was mid but low-key bussin’ though.” What does that MEAN?? Mid AND bussin’? Pick a struggle 😭
Here are some classics that belong in a museum of confusion:
- Rizz – You mean charm? Charisma? No, apparently a single syllable was enough. Imagine Shakespeare hearing, “He rizzed her up.” Instant rage quit.
- Delulu – Aka when your imagination leaves the chat and goes to Mars. “He liked my story from three weeks ago… we’re basically a thing.” That’s delulu energy.
- Skibidi – This isn’t even a word. It’s a vibe. A movement. A sound effect. I don’t know.
- It’s giving… – This sentence NEVER finishes. “It’s giving… main character.” “It’s giving flop era.” “It’s giving grandma-core.” Giving WHAT??
- Side-eye – Just typing “👀” is faster.
And yet… we love them. Why? Because slang makes us feel like we’re part of something. It creates an inside language only our people understand. It’s dramatic, hilarious, and honestly kind of genius. But sometimes, we overdo it. Everything becomes “slay,” everyone is “delulu,” every day is a “flop era,” and suddenly nothing means anything. When every moment gets exaggerated, real emotions get blurry.
Using slang can be awesome, until it replaces actual communication. Like imagine telling your therapist: “My grades are giving mid energy.” They’d blink twice and call your parents. So here’s what I think: Keep the slang. Keep the chaos. Keep inventing words that break the English dictionary. Just remember to sprinkle some real talk too. If you feel sad, say sad. If you’re proud, say proud. Because clear communication + chaotic slang = perfect balance ✨
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