Chris has always had a ridiculously idealised image of himself. Whether the buff, broad-shouldered, slim-waisted and huge-dicked Chris-Chan of his pre-troon days, or the kawaii big-boobed yet slender animu goddess of the post-troon times. It never ceases to surprise me how he holds on to such images in the same comics pages where he'll shop in photos of his real, balding, multi-chinned, stupid-looking face, though. As with so much else, I guess it's not that Chris truly believes that he looks like that, it's just that he really, really wants to believe that he does.
And of course he'll keep on swearing by binaural beats and new age bollocks rather than, y'know, make even the most basic practical effort to look after his health. His smug credulousness has always been one of his least appealing characteristics. He thinks that he should have magic/psychic powers, because they're the quickest, easiest route to results without ever actually doing anything. Yet he also fails to learn from his favoured fictions that such powers are usually only achieved by Harry Potter or Twilight Sparkle after a lot of hard study and work. As ever, he wants all of the good stuff without any actual effort - takes away from valuable quality vidya time and shitting himself and doing nothing.
