I've invented my own Thrones universe
Our brains love to create narratives out of scraps. Now, I'm not pretending to be more imaginative than George R. R. Martin (is he British?) or David Benioff (married to Amanda Peet, right?), but I've cobbled together storylines based on what I've gleaned over the years. And in my mind, every episode contains an orgy, an oration, a shocking death, a Jesus-style resurrection, and possibly some incest? In my version, Dinklage's character (Tyler? Tanner? WHAT IS HIS NAME?!) is a sweetheart, Jon Snow is a sensitive, mop-haired heartthrob, and that blonde woman rules with an iron fist but gets into trouble for her emails. Am I close?
I'm overcome with hubris
After seasons of politely fending off suggestions to watch the show, I shored up an admittedly gross sense of pride. I'm invincible to peer pressure! The feeling brought me back to December 1997, when I refused to see Titanic just because every other sixth-grader was raving about it. But since we're being brutally honest, all that pride, both then and now, only masks my FOJI.