"Be prepared,that's the Boy Scouts marching song,
Be prepared, as through life you march along,
Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well,
Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't spell...

Be prepared to hide that pack of cigarettes,
Don't make book if you cannot cover bets...

If you are looking for adventure of a new and different kind..
and you come across a Girl Scout who is similarly inclined,
don't be nervous, don't be flustered, don't be scared,
BE PREPARED!!!"

lyrics from Tom lehrer's "Boy Scout Marching Song" (1954 or so)

I ROLFL listening to this in high school, and it clearly made an impression. My family legends involve a tale of Mom and Dad concocting a glorious Depression-era Sunday dinner from road kill chicken.

Much later, working in the National Park Service, there were routine assignments where the nearest grocery store would be 50-100 miles away. I ran up my first $100 + grocery bill during a 1967 stop in Gallup, NM, while proceeding to a summer at Chaco Canyon....

By then, SAR involvement had dunned into me the need to think of possible complications on an outing. Doing archaeology and history,
I was involved in understanding tales of abandonment and misadventure, etc.

So it is perfectly normal to have a well stocked cupboard, along with a stock of TP, beer, and ammo because the stores are not always open or convenient.

Prudence ="prepping". But like any human activity, it can be carried to ridiculous extremes, but, still

"Be prepared, as through life you march along..."