Kinda. Until I was about fourteen, the overwhelming feeling was excruciating boredom. I wish I'd found more things that would take me outside of myself: irruptive literature, films, learning music, more intense engagement with science or humanities. The internet at an early age would have done me the world of good (although I feel trapped in it now to some extent). Instead, beyond a basic bookishness, I spent gargantuan amounts of time glued to successive Sega systems and Civilization 2, with the occasional bike ride and afternoon playing with the kids on my street. Oh, and the greyed-out grimness of school, which I resented every single day.From about 15, I started to go to tons of gigs and went out loads every week. This is what a lot of people would have in mind by 'a misspent youth', but it absolutely wasn't misspent for me: for an often criplingly shy person like I was (and in a few ways still am), it felt utterly necessary.I remember Jarvis Cocker talking about the effect of 'partying' so much after the release of Different Class. He said: "You don’t often hear people saying, ‘Oooh, since he’s been taking them drugs he’s such a nice person. He’s really come out of his shell, he’s really nice. He’s blossomed.’" That was not my experience at all; in the absence of all that, I would be much more in my shell -- brittle and distant in an unhappy way.