What was the *least* interesting time?

An open question to you, as I pine for calmer waters.

I think it’s safe to say that we all thought a lot of stupid things when we were teenagers, and the stupidity of those thoughts often didn’t become apparent to us until many years later. I won’t get into the whole litany of completely bone-headed notions I had in my youth, but there’s one specific one that I’ve been hung up on lately.

You see, as a teenager in the 1990s, I often shared the lament that so many restless and comfortable suburbanite youths have had at that stage in their own lives: I thought the world was boring, and I wished I lived in more interesting times.

To paint a picture, just envision me sitting in a 1993 Pontiac Grand Prix in the parking lot of a suburban Columbus, Ohio Best Buy, nodding along to Radiohead’s The Bends:

I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish
I wish that something would happen

Well, [Ron Howard narrating Arrested Development