I am a 1989. Jan. And yes I do think and feel the same. But suddenly when I stop and think for a moment; a little deeper and find out that 1990 was a year after I was born and when I realize that there's a huge gap between then and now, I have this sense of pride because of the fact that my body carries a part of a history. A history of that newly found gap. Of course getting old sucks. But it's up to you to decide how good you want to make out of it.