I know the title makes it sound like this is some big deal; as if the ending of a season is some life altering occurrence. That’s because it totally is.
If you’ve been off grid for the last 2 months then you probably don’t know that last Sunday was the season finale of the beloved Game of Thrones. Every Sunday friends have gathered in a low lit room, beer(s) in hand, Stark apparel on, tissues near and thick figurative armor around our soft hearts because we can only assume it’s about to get severed into tiny pieces. It was the first season that was not going off of the books and I have two words for the directors: Hellz. Yes. Though we’ve been put through some serious trauma this season it has been one of the best ones yet. We’ve spent the last 10 Sundays watching, learning and maturing from such epic scenes.
But not this Sunday, this Sunday was an empty and confusing day. As the week goes on the GoT headlines are starting to decrease, and with a decrease of GoT articles/videos on our timeline there is an increase in super weird Buzzfeed videos. I really can’t decide if I’m a fan of their latest content, they’re so strange but you already know I watch them all and once I’m watching I can’t look away. I still gotta promote tho; regardless, Buzzfeed always provides with entertainment.
Anyways, this Sunday was not like the last ten. It was just like a regular day that lacked the disaster and treachery that my heart desired. It was hard knowing I wasn’t going to spend my night watching Daenerys totally slay, or that I wouldn’t get to see Sansa and Jon continue dunk on them punks (they are seriously the OG dream team), that I wouldn’t get another chance to listen to Jamie put Walder Frey on major blast (even though that’s not even possible anymore cuz, ya know, Arya is a friggin’ B.A.B).
I spent my day and my week still wanting to discuss and reminisce about the season because I’m not ready to let go of it yet. Now that the sixth season is officially over, Sundays are going to be just like every other day of the week; no longer filled with copious joy or copious sadness. I have officially conquered my first Sunday without spending quality screen time with my favorite characters and I must say it is going to be a very long and tedious wait for the seventh season. If you don’t know how to survive without some GoT in your life over the months to come I advise you pick up the books - you won’t regret it.
Essentially, Sundays without Game of Thrones are worse than holding the door for ungrateful chumps. That was kind of a stretch and a disgrace to the Hodor name, I apologize.
RIP to all those we lost this season, except Ramsay, major peace out to that sack of dicks.
Wavy Baby
