...Amber's a prime example of the philosophical thought experiment of "Plato's Cave" (it's obviously not based on any true happening, based on the logical inconsistencies of the story, but it's a thought experiement in perception):
Plato's Cave is a story of a group of people who spent their entire lives in a cave. They lived in total darkness, except for a small amount of light that would shine on a cave wall above their heads. On this wall, they could see the silhouettes of absolutely horrifying monsters prowling around the opening of the cave. The inhabitants would spend most of their day watching the shadows of these beasts. One man eventually decided to try and leave the cave to confront the monsters. He painstakingly climbed the rockwall in total darkness, and managed to pull himself out of the opening of the cave, where he was immediately blinded by intense light. Once his eyes acclimated to daylight, he looked around and saw a vast and beautiful world around him. He looked towards the cave and saw people with puppets moving in front of the cave opening. The man realized that the 'monsters' they saw were nothing more than shadows of puppets. The man endured the danger of climbing back into the cave in total darkness to warn his people. Everyone refused to believe him, because what he saw didn't match their learned experience as to the true nature of the world. To them, nothing was beyond the cave other than monsters. No open space to explore, no light, etc. No one left the cave.
Amber is totally content with her life, because she has everything that there is to have in the world. She has constant access to processed food. And a living space that can be filled with objects to resemble the living spaces of influencers. And access to processed food. And social media at the tips of her fingers 24/7. And she has constant access to processed food. She always seems to find enablers who are willing to be her caretaker, and can buy whatever children's toy she wants. Oh, and did I mention the food? Amber sits with that standing desk in front of her so she can flop her tits on the table and cram that massive midsection underneath. Then she stares at herself through the viewfinder of a camers set to film her from the chest up, and convinces herself that nothing exists below her boobs. This is all she's ever wanted, and for the most part it's been all she's ever had. Nothing beyond this is REAL to her, so there's no point in seeking it out. And certainly no reason to MISS it or kill yourself over it. The only part that really bothers her about her life, is that people aren't buying her victim mentality bullshit anymore, and fewer people are kissing her shelf over what an amazing person she is.