"He didn't know he was doxxed."
"My life is fucked."
"Why can't people let people be?"
She might fool herself that she's being foxy & coy but the Duchess of Delusion has spent too much time in her cozy hug box full of sycophants; a huge box kept ruthlessly pruned of dissent by mod who are motivated by... damned if I know. The result is a group of ass kissers & attack chihuahuas who it seems, will accept from her some exceptionally nasty behavior. And lately, she's given them a lot to swallow. However, save for some mostly timid questioning of some of her decisions & actions, most seem to have given her a pass on her Mean Girl behavior. The only reason I can come up with right now is as much as she longs to be the Mean Girl Teen Queen she could never hope to be back then, they want to be the hangers on they weren't back then.
She has figuratively shown the world a lot of ass lately. Whatever she's on, whatever head space her few remaining brain cells are occupying, she's just... letting it all hang out. Frankly, I wasn't prepared for "raw" Chantal just out of the shower, never mind her asinine discussions of floor mattress activity. This is the level of idiocy we might watch & listen to from the high school slut from "THAT" high school back in the day but is utterly out of place in a woman of middling years.
I get, (when it's real), that fun flush of feeling you experience with a new squeeze & how you might spend hours with a close friend & a bottle or 2 of wine, giggling & laughing over stuff like that... if you're inclined to share at all but barfing it out in public like that?
Chantal never grasped a crucial milestone of maturity - knowing that just because you CAN say or do something, doesn't mean you should.
She's made it clear in the past few weeks, that she has zero interest in living any sort of meaningful life, never mind put in the kind of sweat equity needed to feel really good about yourself or any aspect of your life..
She's all about the insta-hit of dopamine & drugs. I missed the last few minutes of the live here - refused to play correctly for me but yesterday she mentioned she hadn't bothered getting her new Ozempix Rx. Why, in her own empty head, does she need to worry about her health or overall well being when clearly, at least one scrawny manlet still finds her fuckable?
I'm not sure what they spend hours giggling & talking about. She's made it clear she has no interests outside of eating & zoning out on movies. Maybe it's a drug thing - something strikes one or the other as amusing & they get lost in giddy fits; who the hell knows?
But hat she's described & what she's left out makes it clear this isn't sustainable; a relationship needs a basis other than sex & drugs.
I agree with comments I've seen saying she does a ton of lives partly because she can't stand being alone with her thoughts. I suspect it may be a case of not wanting to be alone with whatever emotions she has she can't suppress. She either wants those validated by her chat or she wants to be cajoled, like a sweaty, purple faced tantruming toddler - out of them.
Every once in a while, many of us wake up in a really shitty, poisonous mood - doesn't even have to be a reason behind it; it just... IS. I'm talking the kind of mood where you can't stand being around yourself & you're longing for nightfall so you can go to sleep & hopefully wake up the next day in a better frame of mind. I suspect most of her days are like that except she has plenty of reasons to feel like shit.
Her: "You won't play MY way? Fine! I'm taking my ball & going home! Nyah!" declaration of putting less personal info out there, doing fewer lives & not sharing her sordid sexcapades are nothing more than petulant puffery. She's hoist herself on her own petard; erasing most real humans from her life, save for some beta or even omega cucks she interacts with.
She can't help but want to brag when she does something she thinks is noteworthy, never mind that her actions are at least 2 decades past interesting for the right reasons. But whatever; her total lack of self awareness, complete inability to learn from mistakes & headlong rush into any of several medical crises will keep her entertaining. If it's not entertaining the way she imagines or wishes - tough pancake tits.
" here are two voices of reason: