Sorry the Clinique mall run didn't work.
She didn't go to Clinique for skin care—not really. She went because she was forced to leave her room so housekeeping could clean, and she had to go somewhere, so an air-conditioned mall was it, and she couldn't get out of there without buying
something, lest we and Gorl World go on nauseam about how broke she is.
One of the saddest, and overlooked parts, of this trip is just how excited she is for Temu. She is so excited about it like she's waiting on an exclusive piece of clothes or something. Every time she mentions it, it makes it sadder. Who is this excited for shit clothes?
Somebody who is bored off her tits, lounging around a hotel room in a hot, steamy country she can't stand, and whose only real excitement comes from stuffing her face and buying cheap crap she doesn't need.
Temu is what she wants to go home for. She blabbers on about the cat or Salah but not with the excitement she has for shitty sweatshop clothes from China.
Salah and Julia are known (and deficient) quantities. The latest package from Temu, on the other hand, allows her to fantasize about how her life will change for the better once she takes possession of its contents.
She learned nothing from the disappointing reality of her first Temu haul, and will be just as disappointed by the next one, but everything's so cheap she can shrug it off.
What a depressing live.
The problem with Chantal is she keeps on 'chasing highs'.
She thought going to Thailand would solve her problems. It did not.
She didn't go to Thailand because she thought it would solve her personal problems; she went because she had to leave Kuwait for an extended period, and Thailand is dirt fucking cheap. She can afford to camp out in an okayish hotel there and stuff her face, with the added benefit that she can get high off her ass on (for now) legal cannabis.
She didn't enjoy her last visit to Thailand, and wouldn't have gone back, but she can't afford Canuckistan (plus the Kia's gone, and nobody wants her there). She got just familiar enough with Bangkok, and how to procure food and weed there, on the last trip, so she felt safe going by herself this time. But once cannabis is no longer legal, she'll never go back.
She chases a temporary high from fast food everyday to make her feel better. It only does that temporarily.
The weed gives her temporary escape from her dreary life.
She is excited about her Temu haul in Kuwait. Another temporary high she is looking forward to.
I agree with you on these, however...
The sooner she realizes that these things will only fulfill her life temporarily, she would maybe start to attempt to get better.
No. She's never going to have this sort of realization, any more than she's going to fly to the moon. She's incapable of it.
That can be hard for normal humans, who are capable of self-reflection, to comprehend, but there you have it. I've known people who weren't very bright, who still managed to have those kinds of personal awakenings, but Chantal never will because she's missing that essential something in her mental toolkit that would allow it to be even possible.
But she'll probably be stuck in this absurd cycle until she passes away.
Yeah, basically.
