At 22:43, chat's talking with her about not self-medicating and living life to the fullest.
Chantal: "What's living life to the fullest? Like, what if I want to play World of Warcraft forever? And I was legit happy, would you be happy for me? FECAL SWAB!? [laughs] I don't know what it's for. [reads chat] Eurobeeze, yes! [reads chat] Not getting high alone in your room...it's not that bad...I'm joking."
We all know that wasn't a joke.
This, more than all the drugz and food and missing organs is why she will die, and fairly soon.
You can't reason with stupidity. You can't show it the light. You can't teach it to help itself. You can't point out the folly of its ways. Stupidity is invincible; it always wins. And it wins by losing.
I wouldn't expect Chantal to have ever heard of the Rule of Diminishing Returns, so she means it when she says if she really wants to play WoW forever, then her life is being lived to the fullest. If indeed, she gained fun, knowledge, and experience from doing so, I would have no quarrel. But she is incapable of understanding that the 500th time you play WoW it will only be about 1% as fun as it was the first time you played it. Same with getting stoned in your room; the first time might be a life-altering experience, but after a few dozen times, it is mere boring routine.
She never has an answer when people ask her about aspirations in life. "You mean like have a house and kids and a job? Fuck
that!" Of course, it is easy to say 'fuck that' to something you have no possibility of ever attaining. I will never be a billionaire, but you know what? Fuck that, I don't want to be a billionaire anyway. See? It's easy. She doesn't understand that fulfillment in life comes in many different ways, nor does she understand that all of them require actually setting a goal and meeting it. In her mind, having aspirations means like being "a normal person", to which she thinks "fuck that!" because it is forever unattainable.
Once you abandon all aspirations in life, then you are left in a hedonistic, live-for-the-pleasure-of-now mindset, which is not only not sustainable forever, it can only end in oblivion, since all moments must end.
She has been in this mindset ever since we have known her. That's why she'll dip pizza in gravy and wash it down with sugarwater; the ramifications for tomorrow are meaningless because she is living for today. This is the very same mindset that landed many drug abusers in early graves.
The disconnect that she refuses to face is that she can scream she is happy until she is blue in the face, but she knows deep down that she is miserable. There is no joy in life for her at all, which is why she sleeps all day and needs to obliterate her waking hours with drugz and food. It is a futile existence, but don't bother pointing it out to her because she is in charge of it all, and if she is in charge, then she must be happy.
So yes, I guess she can "party" alone in her room until her fat, wheezing organs give out, which they will absolutely do at some point (and many already have; remember that about 6-8% of Chantal is already literally dead and buried; all we have left is the 92-94% that remains alive). She is living the best life, and considering how unfathomably dumb she is, maybe this really
is the best life she could lead. But it is not a fulfilling one or even a happy one. And given her mindset, there is absolutely no way to avoid what is coming down the pike right towards her.
There's nothing where he used to lie My inspiration has run dry That's what's goin' on Nothing's right, I'm torn
