- Joined
- Sep 30, 2019
Are you kidding? Quite the opposite. It has been proven to her, and to us, time and time again for years, that this bitch is immortal; it's gone way past cockroach luck by this point. We used to call her the Teflon Fatty around here, but Chantal is now officially science fiction. Liquid mercury a la that thing in "Terminator 2." Nothing--but nothing--is going to take her down, and her awareness of this means she can go anywhere and do anything and not a single thing will happen to her. I wish I were exaggerating, but I've been following her for six or seven years, and she just grows stronger, more defiant, more malevolent, and more untouchable with each unimaginable, unhuman scenario and situation!This may have been stated before but it seems particularly relevant now- I actually think Chantal wants to die . She’s too much of a narcissist to end it herself but the consistent self destructive recklessness belongs to someone who really doesn’t care what happens anymore and it makes her fearless. The Gunt knows she will never be able to control herself, her eating or any of her myriad of other issues . She has no inner life or purpose and this is most obvious when she’s back in Canada and the comparison between her and other women of her age and background is forced home most strongly .So it’s damn the torpedoes at this point . She’s willingly gone to a place where danger is everywhere and that’s just fine with her. It heightens what’s left of her sense of living and she genuinely doesn’t care how it all ends
Suicide? If Chantal set herself on fire, she'd simply crackle and burn like a lard log for hours, tee-heeing through the whole thing until she got bored with it. Then she'd go grab a shawarma for herself and nineteen chocolate bars "for Salah."
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