It's funny how absolutely textbook Chinny is; one of the things Cluster Bs (Cluster Beeze?) love to do is physically relocate themselves when shit hits the fan in the form of consequences and responsibilities. She doesn't "love" Kuwait or miss it because of its beauty or purity or whatever - she just likes being thousands of miles away from her absolute dumpster fire of a life in Canada.
When she's in Kuwait she doesn't have reminders of her shitty selfish choices in front of her face constantly, whereas in Canada the cats have the audacity to exist, her trustee can drop by if she doesn't answer communications, and Peetz has the nerve to be on the villa lease, etc. She probably legitimately DOES feel a stronger need to use substances in Canada; shit is stressful, I'm sure.
Those things don't go away in Kuwait, but she can pretend they have a lot easier. She just wants to run away like a petulant teenager; if Salad had instead been some African guy from Somalia, she'd be telling us what a gorgeous country Somalia is and how much she loves it.
You're not wrong, but the funny thing that happens with her and others like her (there are others like her, if not identical in every way) is that once she flees her mess and has a brand new situation, she has to fuck it up, and fuck it up in a
hurry. She was only in Cuba for a week, and yet she was already mixed up with sex-for-hire, bartering with a laptop computer, drinking herself senseless, and pissing off people across international lines. Had she stayed any longer, things would only have gotten worse. In Kuwait, she wasted no time in creating a serious rift with Alaa, who had been Salah's friend for years. She was actively attempting to isolate Salah from his circle of friends to prevent them from meddling and have him all to herself and subject to her influence. A case has been made that she could have been arrested for some of her hijinx, but as usual, she avoided consequences. Even her move to the villa was really a chance to disentangle herself from Bibi and his disapproval, freeing her toddler id to run amok. The villa (and her life) began a new downward spiral the moment she moved in.
In her own fat way she reminds me of the Roadrunner, always one step ahead of Wile E. Coyote. Her next move will be similar; all sunshine and rainbows and optimism and I've-got-it-better-than-you-all-do smugness. Then, in perfectly avoidable ways, she will drive it right off a cliff.
If she is really moving in with a relative (and I would think it would have to be with Stoner Aunt Phyllis, who seems to be the only one who tolerates her for extended periods of time), she actually will be taking a step backward in a way. This time, she won't be free to shit on the carpet at will; someone with a vested interest in keeping the peace will be present. Clotso never responds well to anyone who tries to keep a lid on her infantile degeneracy. Phyllis may be tolerant, but I doubt she'll put up with nearly as much shit as Peetz and even Salah did. If Aunt Phyllis is her new roomie (or if any family member is), I predict a rapid estrangement.
, chinny is 4 wives, she weighs about what 4 times normal women weigh , and she eats the same amount as 4 women would, in one sitting. There ya go , he already has 4 wives.
