Many recovery programs state that acceptance is the first step towards change—but when it comes to HBO’s Game of Thrones, I humbly disagree. I fully accept my obsessions with Game of Thrones, but that understanding doesn’t change a thing. If anything, the revelation that a large part of my existence is consumed by this show (and GRRM’s A Song of Ice and Fire saga) brings with it a twisted sense of satisfaction.
And I’m sure I’m not alone. There must be millions of people out there who are just as obsessed as I am. Are you one of them?
You know you’re obsessed with Game of Thrones when…
• You know George R. R. Martin’s middle names (Raymond Richard).
• Your ringtone is the Game of Thrones theme music
• You’ve decided to name your next daughter Daenerys
• You have purchased, and proudly display, Game of Thrones vinyl figurines
• You have called dozens of pet stores asking if they have dragon eggs for sale
• Your favorite beer is Brewery Ommegang’s Iron Throne
• You have tossed your favorite lounging chair to the curb and replaced it with a life-size replica Iron Throne—a 350-pound hand-finished, hand-painted fiberglass chair—that you bought from HBO’s online store for a mere $30,000 (and don’t forget the $1,800 in shipping charges)!
This is just the tip of the Game of Thrones obsession iceberg. I haven’t even mentioned tattoos, cookbooks, direwolf bookends, underwear, Sunday evening rituals, etc.
How would you finish this statement? You know you’re obsessed with Game of Thrones when…
