You know you can sometimes get too involved in things; you let it happen anyway. Maybe you like getting drawn in, maybe you need an escape from reality, or maybe you really like one of the characters.
Here’s a quick list to see if you’re too into George R.R. Martin’s Game of Thrones.
- You’ve placed your family, friends, and coworkers in one of the Houses (Night’s Watch).
- You’ve read the Red Wedding and its subsequent chapter and put the book down in disgust and dismay, only to pick it up again a day later and continue to bravely trudge onward.
- You fear all weddings.
- You’ll never listen to “The Rains of Castamere” the same way again.
- All your favorite characters (or potential favorites, those you sort of liked, even a few you thought you could grow to like) are dead.
- You root for winter.
- You’ve eaten from a trencher (and looked up what a trencher is).
- You know better than to ask George R.R. Martin when the next book will come out (can he kill off Iron Man, too?).
- You continue to hope for the best, even though you know it’s futile (Winter is like the Borg?).
- At the end of each book, you sigh and desperately reach for the next.
- When you hear that the sixth and final book will really be two books you cheer and despair (more time with House Stark, more deaths, longer wait until the end).
- You spend more time in the GoT world [reading the books and the wiki (doubly true if you count playing video games, board games, card games, rpgs, and watching the series)] than you do in your own (real or imagined).