I guess we're just going full steam ahead into the Edible Arc now? I won't relitigate the issue of whether THC is addictive or not. Maybe 'Transfer Addiction' isn't the appropriate word in this scenario, since that would imply she had some success letting go of the first before moving to the second. BUT! The dopamine hit that she normally gets from salt and sugar doesn't seem enough lately and you can tell what a slippery slope that's become in a very short amount of time. Her meals were already 'enhanced' by the disgusting amounts of cheese and sauces she slathered them in, but NOW it has to be
further enhanced by getting completely blitzed before that first
bite hit.
Just...wow.
Also: Her constant goading of Peetz about his depression on livestream is really tone-deaf. Asking him a million times if he's ok, and basically ignoring his responses because chat is far more interesting to her--such a shitty, bad friend move. If Peetz had more than one friend, he'd have something to compare this experience to, and he'd realize just how invalidating Chantal is and how little she actually cares. She has no boundaries, and that extends to everyone in her immediate circle.
Clearly, Peetz is going through something. And obviously, he's not in the mood to talk about it (or have it broadcast to 1000s of strangers online). My theory: Peetz thought he found his 'home' in another similarly-dysfunctional person and now feels a deep dissatisfaction that can only be resolved by him
growing a fucking pair and finding a new 'home' in someone that actually respects him and doesn't just use him as a prop for personal gain.
I don't feel sorry for him, but I do think the dude deserves privacy with matters involving his mental health. Chantal making his business everyone's business under the guise of caring is so lacking in sincerity, I almost need a top hat. She's so goddamn selfish.
How Bibi put up with Chantal's filthy ass for YEARS is beyond me. That old apartment was immaculate in comparison to the current one, which is a literal dump. Two grown adults, only 1 works, no kids between them, no other major responsibilities to attend to. And not a single one can be bothered to run a vacuum across that disgusting carpet.