She's promising absolutely nothing and will still fail to deliver.
I've been handing out a lot of rainbow stickers since we came back from the attempted troon blackout but this really might be the end (yeah, yeah,
me too, I deserve it). She looks really sickly even with her quantum computer filters working at maximum capacity to cover the lumps and bumps and yellowed skin peeking out from under the sky high blood pressure red glow. She's clearly possessed by a death wish and has been ever since Frank kicked off the cursed dating arc but something about the last few days feels ominous.
Who am I kidding, she is a roach and shall beeze forever. Long after the healthiest among us have perished she'll be wedged in a hospital bed yelling at Putz to fetch her hourly serving of grease and assorted sauces. Hopefully we at least get a foot amputation arc soon.
I'm so bored. Yet like many of you I'm invested and loath to admit to myself that I've committed so many hours of my life to reading every single page of this thread and don't want to miss the big finale I've been waiting for. Knowing her, she'll stroke out in her sleep thus robbing us of the one thing we've all been sticking around to bear witness to. Disappointing people is what she does best after all.
Edit: retarded spelling
I'm afraid she's gonna go out like ALR will. She'll be boring and broke and we won't even get a hilarious "living in the Kia" arc. She'll just fade into obscurity. Long after any of us have stopped caring, she'll die quietly off-camera. Null might post an announcement; if not, most of us will never know when she beezes her last breath and fades into eternity.
It's not what I want, but I have a gut feeling. Chantal ALWAYS disappoints.
But I think you're right that Frank rejecting her was the catalyst for something like suicide. Fifteen years and 150 lbs ago, she might have been able to swing from Bibi to a new guy without an enormous amount of trouble, but she can't even pay for it these days. I think something in her deep down has realized this. And without a man, she is nothing. That's why she's hanging onto Nader. He's her last chance not only at a relationship, but an identity. Without a boyfriend, she's really nothing. No personality. No thoughts. No hobbies. No goals. Just consumption and daydreams.
This is why I think her inevitable death will be a boring one. She doesn't do anything interesting enough to have an interesting death. She can't even keep a morbidly-curious audience.
It's also interesting that Chantal will discuss her toilet dysfunction to no end, including cheerfully telling us that she blows out the toilet ten times a day due to her constant food intake and even after "wiping" her bidet usage results in a toilet that looks like it hasn't been flushed but she adamantly refuses to admit she has the beetus. Or even high blood pressure. She crams herself full of food, discusses her crotch rot, eats her boogers, and shits her pants on live but admitting she has common and easily corrected ailments (well, easy in that if she didn't eat three days worth of sugar in an hour and devour a salt lick daily) is just far too much to face. Bitch, we've seen your goddam fupa. Your bald head. Piles and piles of garbage in your room. Bug infestations, trash bags filled to the brim and stacked behind you, Box Mountain, starfishing. All the gross horrible stuff. She blithely announced three STIs and that she licked the toes of a very gross little man. Beetus and HPB are a step up from what we already know about her so why not admit it. But she'll admit to licking the green peen before she'll admit she has deathly high blood sugar.
It's because it's a consequence of her actions. She's spent her entire life avoiding those. As she was wolfing down those candybars the other night, she said, "I'll go on a healthy diet someday," with the implication being, "So this doesn't matter, I'll get healthy someday". She doesn't think box mountain is a big deal, she's decided she's beautiful, and she was a VICTIM of the STDs, so she has no issue with these things. Either not her fault or not a big deal or it's a good thing, actually, men like a woman with a little meat on her bones.
It's the same with her hair. It's too late. Those follicles are
gone. All these things she "plans" on doing, like going to the doctor about her hair or "getting healthy" and losing some weight, etc. They're too late. Her hair is gone and she's diabetic. There's no "sensible eating with occasional treats" for her (and that was already a horrifying prospect in her mind). There's serious, radical lifestyle and diet changes, or there's death. That's it.
She tried to reconcile her diabetes when she was on Ozempic. "It's no big deal, I just need a shot once a week and I can continue as I have been!" But that was too much work and the prospect of minding her diet even a little bit and taking a weekly shot was too much for her. That was too close to work. That was something she had to do other than scroll Instagram and eat pure sugar all day.
She's beyond saving. She's had about a dozen serious wakeup calls and warning signs since I've been watching her. And she even half-acknowledges them, but at the end of the day, it's just too much work.
