No doubt in my mind there's something wrong with her brain, and it's been there since birth. She revels in her victimhood - poor me, my parents were shit and I got taken away - and the only way she knows how to get the attention her narc brain needs is learned helplessness, because she sure as shit isn't smart enough, or curious enough, or athletic enough, or artistic enough, or anything else enough to get that attention any other way beyond being a tragic victim of circumstance. Her narc/sociopathic brain won't allow her to accept that SHE is the problem or that SHE was wrong somehow, and this cake business is a prime example of that. She is absolutely convinced it was sent "with malice" (and a big fuck you to whoever overuses "malice" to the point Hamber decided to appropriate it and run it into the ground), even though the sender showed up in her comments, even though the bakery said it was from a long time customer, and even though the request was to have it deliver near a major holiday. Nope, PerpetualVictimLynn was just pissed off about something - based on her bullshit, I'd guess either something with MG,W or a look at her bank account levels - and decided to go off on the sender instead of dealing with it like an adult.
Which, of course, is not possible for her to do. She has never had to BE an adult because of that learned helplessness combined with the innate manipulation skills a narc possesses. If the tales she tells are true, at least one set of hosts tried to rein in her cramming shit down her piehole. As for holes in her memory, or "something bad happened, I don't want to talk about it" and the other assorted stuff she says: Hamber is a terribly unreliable narrator. She's repeatedly shown she's a pathological liar, so no, I'm not going to believe the alphabet soup she spews. I'll grant she probably ha anxiety, just not in the sense that every fucking thing in the world seems to trigger her angzite. She's a fucking tard who can't or won't distinguish anxiety from mere discomfort.
It would be some kind of poetic justice if she were suddenly forced to do shit for herself. I remember thinking, when I saw that video with Becky and Hamber swinging by the ATM at her bank and not being able to get all the cash she wanted out of it because of a stupid arbitrary limit, what would happen if she had to deal with that on her own. She's on her scootypuff in the ATM lane, gets a denied, but has no Becky to whine at "What do we doooooo?"
Anyway, just some ramblings as I sit in the fabulous a/c and cool down because it's like 92 out there. Too early for this shit.
Finally, Hamber is a giant lardass and I wouldn't touch her with any of you fuckers' genitals.
