Holy fuck, I had 23 posts lined up for quoting, starting yesterday morning. I ended up deleting most after catching up on the thread but yeah, I'm hella late on some of these:
It's like that Seinfeld episode where his hot model girlfriend wears the same dress every time he sees her. Except here Jerry is a somewhat Seinfeld-lookalike Egyptian methhead and Chantal is a desperate fat fucking loser.
The yellow flowery dress/cocaine/gamer chair livestreams make me long for the CK training bra, striped tank top/Burger King binges/Sitting in front of the fridge of last summer.
#Simpler Times
Longtime Chantal followers will remember not only the days when the Chantal Cycle ran like clockwork, but also her "binge shirt"—a rose-colored top, the appearance of which announced the return of the bingeing stage of her cycle. That was what—maybe three years ago? Four? It seems so long ago, now.
Speaking of Chantal's friends, there was also a girl named Tina who drove across the border with Chantal to eat Taco Bell at the very beginning of her channel in early 2017.
You can hear Tina speaking, but we don't actually see her on camera. I guess she didn't want the world to know she is (was) friends with Chantal. (Don't blame her). And I'm pretty sure we never heard about her again.
TACO BELL MUKBANG NAKED CHICKEN CHALUPA REVIEW Mar 1, 2017
Ah, yes—back when she could still be bothered to go get her sausage claws done. I know that with the initial lockdown, she couldn't visit nail salons, but she's long since given up even applying nail polish at home. I remember one of our turboautists pointing out that two fast food mukbangs had been made on the same day, because her polish showed identical chipping in both.
Those were the days, man. Those were the days...
The train of thought really had a hard time boarding the station. I have never experienced another individual being so blitzed out of their mind on THC that they literally looked like they are nodding out. That complete unawareness of her surroundings screams of deeper issues that are probably being highlighted by the influence of drugs. Watching her interact with peetz is similar to a 80+ year old grandpa with advanced harden arties.
It reminds me of someone with dementia, at the stage where they look at a family member and know they're supposed to know who this person is, but don't, and are unsuccessfully trying to play it cool until they figure it out.
“It’s kinda fun, I mean I’m not gonna lie, getting high and eating all day”. It doesn’t look like much fun from where I’m standing sis. Reminds me of a song lyric “it’s not a party if it happens every night”. Even if she were doing this same shit surrounded by a group of really good friends who were all doing it too, it would be getting old. But she’s alone, blankly staring at a screen all day every day, blasted out of her mind. Pathetic.
It's not fun for Chantal; not really. She just has such a stunted mind, and such a limited vocabulary for describing her own experience, that's the only word she can come up with.
People do drugs for two reasons: to enhance pleasure, or to escape pain. The pleasure-seekers can use them as occasional recreation and walk away; the pain-escapers are the ones who end up addicted.
I don't know the exact reason why Chantal is in so much pain she's chasing oblivion right now, but she's not doing this shit for fun; she's doing it to blot out the agony of her existence.
Nadir rejecting her may have been the event that sent her over the edge; if not, it was certainly a contributing factor. Or, if she
is being forced to move, this may be her way of coping with the fact that nobody will rent to her and she won't have James to fall back on (if his attitude toward her is any indication). She has nowhere to go, but rather than deal with it like a functional adult, she's getting high so she doesn't have to feel anything.
All of her previous self-destructive behavior suggests a profound death-wish. She's never been happy, and food was her way of seeking relief from the misery, failure, and pointlessness of her existence before. But food no longer works to quell her anxiety and despair. She's not seeking comfort, any more; she's seeking outright oblivion.
I'm absolutely floored at how quickly she progressed to full blown "take anything for a buzz" junkie. I've never once seen more convincing anti drug messaging.
I didn't think I could be shocked by anything she does, but holy shit, I am. I didn't think she could fall much further into loathesomeness and degradation, but boy, was I wrong.
