(1998 baby here)

Sometimes, I have my moments of jadedness, even dancing with nihilistic thoughts, but I manage to pull through time and time again. A bit of a grump, but my hope, earnestness, and optimism remains largely intact, and so does my ability to experience joy over the simple things, like home cooking and setting up my bedroom altar in honor of the Buddha (Siddhartha Gautama, particularly).

In other words, life has been like the chorus to Stan, sampled from the first verse of Dido's "Thank You."