7 Stages of Beginning GOT

HELLO EVERYONE!

Yes, it is me. I'm back. I've missed you all dearly and I apologize for the absence. It's been a helluva... Uh... I don't know, whatever, adulting is hard. But I'm here. I made it.

Thank you to the fans.

Okay. So those of you who are lucky enough (just kidding...kind of) to be friends with me on Facebook know that I just started watching Game of Thrones (or "GOT," if you will). I know, I'm literally years behind. I'm certain some of you have re-considered our friendships over this, for that I understand, now. Whilst beginning this journey to winter (see what I did there? I feel so in the know and fetch), it's been.. Interesting. So. I decided to theme my return to this spot o' blogging with the 7 stages of beginning one's GOT journey.

Without further ado, let's get into it.

ALL ABOARD

STAGE ONE

Can't think of anything that interests me less.

I'ma keep it a hunnit with you guys... I literally did not understand why it was so popular. Like. I don't care about dragons or what happened a million years ago. I don't even know what I had for breakfast and it's 8:30am, let alone what happened that long ago in the land of jousting and swords n shit. All I know, all I knew to be true, was that every. single. Sunday. every social media feed was "GOT OMG I AM DEAD I LITERALLY DIED I CANNOT I LITERALLY CAN'T."

Naturally, I started feelin' some type of way.

STAGE TWO

...don't want to be...

I started feeling a weeeee bit left out. I want to be excited for Sundays. I want to metaphorically die weekly as a result of a fictitious story. I want to know this world in which everyone literally can't.

STAGE THREE

Let's do this. I can do this. I'm cool, I'm hip.

So, I decided I was going to make a decision. I made a decision. Decision made. I was going to watch it.

STAGE FOUR

Literally my single, solitary thought.

Okay, what in the actual shit am I watching. What is wrong with you people. I need to go to church, I need to read the Bible, I need to possibly do yoga if time permits. I legit had to turn it off and you know why.

Siblings, please don't do that. How... What does she do with the midget man's... OMG HE PUSHED HIM. Nope. I'm nope-ing right outta this shit. Y'all can can't by yo' damn selves. I'm out.

STAGE FIVE

Back in my safe space where the world doesn't make sense in a vanilla way.

By this time, weeks have passed. I've finally freed my mind of the disturb. I'm back to seeing which house Rob and Becky choose with their freelancing rock photography jobs that somehow gives them million dollar budgets.

But my curiosity is peaking again...

I'm being a little pretentious and it's gross.

Is it me? Am I the problem? Maybe I've been unfair to GOT. That's on me, and it's on me to fix it. So, here I go again. Giving it another shot, if it doesn't work, I can sleep at night knowing I tried.


STAGE SIX

DAMNIT

OKAY FINE. Fine. I'm woman enough to admit when I'm wrong. It's good. I get it, it's a good show. Still a little weird that the brother keeps groping the sister and she's fine with it. Still working on getting past that. But you know, baby steps. Rome wasn't built overnight.

...And finally.

STAGE SEVEN

Gonna need it.

The marathon is in full force. Shamelessly, hours in, without reprieve. You all were right. Game of Thrones is a dope show and I'm now one of the world of can't.

Also, how cute are amazon man and the blonde chick... After the, y'know, rocky start.

SWOON *cries gently*

Alright. So, that's my interpretation of the GOT beginning process. To those who've watched it, I am now one with you... And sorry for the whole you need Jesus thing. It was a weak moment. To those who haven't started it, just get past the weird first episode and you'll be okay.

With that, remember:

Until next time, Witte out.