Everyone else is so elated and I feel like I'm emotionally abnormal in so much as I've yet to wet my pants or cry with joy about the one thing we've most yearned for all these long, long years. But instead I feel somewhat mute inside. Feels a bit like taking drugs for the first time with your mates, and waiting for the hit but nothing or very little actually happens. Losing my virginity was much the same - massive anticlimax when I was expecting it to be earth shattering, but it was little more than a wet wank inside an old skank. Maybe I'm dead and I'm actually experiencing all this from the after life?