For the past seven weeks I’ve been an outsider. An other. The kind of person who stands on the edge of the group and nervously laughs, pretending I know what the hell everyone’s talking about.
Occasionally I would yell out things like ‘Jon Snow‘, ‘Red Wedding’ and ‘dragons’ but my workmates were onto me, they knew I wasn’t a true GOTer.
You see, I’m a dethroner… a dethronie… an overthroner? I’ve never watched an episode of Game of Thrones in my life and I don’t plan to.
I’m one of those weird people who have absolutely no interest in seeing a bunch of medieval, smelly people fighting to the death/having copious amounts of graphic sex while drinking wine out of goblets and eating bore straight off the bone.
I have no idea who the bloody Starks are, all I know about Jon Snow is that he’s hot, I know the Night King (or as I thought he was called, the Night Stalker) needs a better skincare routine, and The Mountain is big mountain of man mountain (which I kind of like).
I have no idea how this show has been going for seven seasons and why people are becoming more and more obsessed with it.
I have no idea how everyone keeps up with the plot when all the character names are fenjegljfdlgnbpfmbm and wdsrswdwstrdw and EVERYONE keeps coming back from the dead.
Which is fine, that’s all fine. If it was any other show it wouldn’t matter that I don’t watch it, but Game of Thrones has been dominating the conversation from the better part of two months.