Perhaps I can largely relate as well. Typically the only major emotion in which I feel regularly is mere frustration, though the others are still there, merely infrequently. Even when I was little, and as I lost several family members and pets throughout the years, I cannot really say that I ever felt any different, even immediately following their deaths. My parents also divorced at one point, and even that never bothered me. As great tragedies arise in modern day, while I may sympathize with the families of countless victims to a certain degree, oddly enough, I never resented the culprits.

The only typical time that other emotions become rather prominent is when I am reading, watching, or playing through a story. Maybe it is the music, the atmosphere, the story, the philosophy, or perhaps it is something else entirely. Where I have never cried at a funeral in my life, on rare occasions, there is a story which manages just that. Really, I never knew exactly why it was that way, but there is little more that I appreciate in this world than a fantastic story.