Basicaly, imagine wishing and dreaming for something, then you’re told “Hey, you’re gonna be part of that next week. Better get ready.” And that when you freak out.
At first, you’re like “Nah. Nah, it can’t be real. Something’s not right. It’s too good to be true, so it’s false, right?”
Then you move onto “Ok, Ok. Calm down. It ‘Might’ be true. What if it is? Ok, keep calm, you’ve envisioned this for a while, so you should be prepared.”
Right now, I’m in the stages of “HOLY FUCK, THIS IS HAPPENING! WHAT IN GREAT ZUES’ URETHRA AM I GONNA DO!” It’s kind of a mix of orgasm and utter dread.
Next stage should be “Is this really what I wanted? I mean, did I want this because I convinced myself I’d never have it?” Which’ll suck because I’ve desired this for as long as I can remember. Wow.
I’m gonna stand in the corner, now, and freak out a little more.
Peace ouch, yo.