If I were in Cry's shoes, I'd be sour to the internet. I'd be as unwilling to go online as I was to go to school before graduating. If I were in his shoes, I'd be constantly worrying and would never open myself to the internet at all. I'd be intimidated by over half a million subscribers and would wonder if what I'm doing is good enough, even though it absolutely is. I'd be doubting myself and I'd be worrying about the next step, the next game to play, the next co-op, the next thumbnail, everything. I'd overanalyze and I would be miserable. I'd be lazy in editing, and I'd be stupid, overreactive, and always either too rude or too passive. I'd be unable to communicate with my subscribers and I'd be too nervous to even stream anymore. I'd be a total wreck, I'd feel like my escape from reality, the internet, has been soiled, even if that's not the case.
If Cry were in my shoes, he'd live a life I don't think he would enjoy, but I certainly can deal with. He'd have responsibilities beyond his desires and he'd be petrified to do or try anything. He'd have a job dealing with 9 kids a day on weekends, and their parents, and the horses they're riding, despite living as an introvert who can hardly garner the courage to just text people. If Cry were in my shoes, he'd have a bad back, awful self esteem, anxiety, and a paralyzing fear of driving. He'd have parents who mean well and work hard, but pressure him beyond his physical and mental abilities. He'd have a job that revolves around talking and instructing, and a slight speech impediment and stutter to hold him back and knock his confidence down in instruction. He'd have sore feet from wearing cowboy boots with no support for 8 hours a day, and he'd have sore legs and shoulders from farm work and horseback riding. He'd have a passion for photography, writing, and video games, but no talent in any of it. He'd be confused and lost, and in the middle of nowhere, with no one to communicate those feelings with. He'd feel alone.
