Whether it’s reading a thrilling book or watching an exciting movie, the threat of spoilers are all around us. There is nothing worse than spending hours of your life getting attached to characters and immersing yourself into their universe just to have someone tell you that, spoiler alert, your OTP dies. The whole point of starting a new show or book series is to be able to develop your own opinions without interference and to laugh and cry along with your favorite character, but spoilers take those opportunities away from you. If you’re one of those people that don’t mind knowing the ending of something, that’s great, just please don’t ruin it for the rest of us.

When a new movie hits the theater, people everywhere will talk about how great it is, while the half who haven’t seen it yet will plug their ears and screech “spoilers! spoilers!” I don’t understand this, and never really have. It’s no different to me than learning to ride a bike knowing you have a chance of falling off; and spoiler alert, you will. If someone tells me that a character dies before I watch the movie, I’m still going to watch the movie and enjoy it, but I will probably experience it differently. The anticipation drives me more insane than knowing.