👉 Okay, settle yourselves down folks! Let’s tackle this… rather prickly bit of modern vernacular - the admittedly somewhat alarming "wotgoinon, ye a
star2
?!” (You might already recognize that last part from some very… spirited nights out).
Now, a “star2," short for a spectacular, often quite frankly, explosive, breakdown. It isn't just a bad morning, it ain’t even a particularly rough Tuesday. This is a full-blown, you're currently dismantling the drywall of your sanity kind of situation. You've gone beyond "meh," beyond 'ugh, I can’t face that again,', and into a territory where reality itself seems to be actively rejecting you with the same level of enthusiasm as a badger in a wet wool sock. Let me unpack this. Historically (and here I use the admittedly loose term), it emerged within certain, let's just say robustly expressed , rave scenes around 2018 and early 2019. Early adopters apparently described the feeling of being absolutely, irrevocably, unglued in a moment of intense, almost hallucinatory overwhelm as that of having "become a star, then immediately detonated into a spectacular supernova of misery. Hence, the double asterisk for the initial, frankly rather pretty, explosion before everything went to shit. The brilliance – and I stress, this is brilliance , it's not just clever