Despite being very awkward to admit, Chris Chan saved me, especially during the 2020-2021 pandemic quarantine situation.
This is a bit personal, but it is an account of how this inept delusional manchild has changed my life for the better. I am more than willing to share this with all of you.
CONTEXT:
Currently, I am a high school senior who will graduate next month. This has been the hardest fucking school year of my life.
In the past years of pre-pandemic schooling, I was usually an A student, always involved in sports and P.E. classes and shit (because I'm a jock girl and those are my hobbies, other than Christory now). I know, I sound like a fucking Mary Sue here, but I was thriving in the structured world of normal high school life from freshman to junior year.
School was my entire livelihood. I
craved that structure, and the affirmations that I was bettering myself, physically and mentally, by just following orders from the coaches and teachers.
Then COVID-19 hit, and I lost my streak. No more straight A's
u/IanBwandonAndOwOson for the rest of junior year.
DISCOVERY:
Being cooped up in quarantine, I watched countless streams from Deadwing Dork, and always noticed a certain name popping up in the comments of his videos. Curiosity killed the cat as I searched up this name, and delved into the eponymous wiki. So many hours of entertainment were spent cracking myself up over this name that I never looked back.
I told my best friend,
u/Physical-Floor, about the special name, and sent him the first episode of Comprehensive History. We both became Christorians, and this would go on from the rest of 2020 onward.
'SEINOR' YEAR:
I can say with confidence that my senior year absolutely sucked.
I couldn't completely grasp subjects through online learning, so my grades are currently still a C- at best. Work kept piling and piling up over the computer, and with sports on top of that, it was too much to handle for me.
I had to half-ass assignments to push them through the due date and I
crashed into slumber more than I'd ever want to admit, missing weeks of sports practices, damaging my how I felt about my body image.
I was dysfunctional, but I had the solace of knowing;
"At least I'm not Chris Chan."
CHRIS CHAN AS A COPING MECHANISM:
During my low moments, where my grades are subpar, my body image is horrid, and I'm too fatigued to help myself, I'd think;
Would Chris Chan power through his senior year during a pandemic? No! He'd sleep through all the lessons, dreaming about his OC's and not even give two fucks!
Then I'd continue on this train of thought, thinking about that boy in Manchester High, sliding his indolent ass through Honor Roll,
with this agape mouth and blank expression and I send myself into hysterics thinking about it.
I'd call my friend, reciting the "A-U-T-I-S-M" song at the part Chris yells
"HONOR ROoOoOoOo-OH-oOoOoOH-OLLLLL!"
And we'd both cackle our lungs out at this crazy lolcow that seriously believes being on some Honor Roll in high school will get the girls piling on him!
Sometimes, when my anxiety attacks hit hard, and my brain constantly overanalyzes its worries and breaks down, a little tune comes into my head that seems to pacify me;
"I got a fish, would you like to make a wish,"
I always smile when that comes to mind.
"I got a fish, would you like to make a wish?"
In the midst of a serious mental breakdown, just the insanity of a kooky manchild flailing his arms in a rugby shirt with children's toys scattered around him singing a nonsensical tune makes me giggle even when I think I am at my absolute worst.
Chris is literally one of the only things keeping my spirits up through senior year at this point. Humor like this gave me the motivation to actually pass classes this year.
And even on times when I only attend sports twice a week, I know that's still more than Chris would ever do in his life.
Having a best friend I can talk at great lengths about Chris Chan with is definitely a bonus, as well as having an online community of Christorians from diverse backgrounds who can all come together, analyze Chris's antics, and laugh at his nonsense.
Chris Chan provides respite through my struggle of trying to graduate during a pandemic as a functional adult.
All his childish mind cares about is his own little creations of "electric hedgehog Pokemon" that live in the fantastical worlds of CWCville and C-197. He's like Peter Pan taking all of us to his Neverland.
When I'm angry over silly things in life out of my control, like me not being She-Hulk strong, I just remember that Chris Chan was just as angry over Sonic having blue arms, and just smile thinking about that.
I believe we all have our little "blue arms" that we get irrational over, except we don't pick up the pepper spray. I'm not gonna go blame the gym equipment and pepperspray the front desk people because I'm still a small-looking
girl (I just became a woman last year) who barely has half the life experience of a veteran athlete!
Chris Chan is the anti-role model that gives me glimpses into extreme forms of my faults, and that reminds me to take myself less seriously, and turn it down a notch.
CONCLUSION:
I honestly don't know what the fuck would've happened with me this school year had Chris Chan not been in my life.
He gave me solace through laughter, introspection on my own psychology, and motivation to live through life knowing that no matter how disorganized my current life is, I am still better at managing it than Chris Chan will ever be.
Seriously, thank you, Chris. You made me zap to the extreme.