That would include me. I may be a boomer from a demography standpoint, but when Woodstock happened, I was 10. I was hardly part of the fray.
I penned an outline of a book last year titled "Ten Years After the Wave", intended as a comedy about a poor soul who is ten years younger than the crest of the baby boomers. Every time he gets to a particular stage in life, he discovers the hippies got there 10 years earlier and have throughly screwed it up. For example, he is laughed at when he is 4 because he can't hoola-hoop, and by the time he masters this art, no one cares.
Just when he is ready to embrace free-love and get into sport fornicating everyone moves to the "new celibacy", etc. etc. etc.
Being caught in the wake of a juggernaut your entire life is no fun.
Welcome to Generation X. Glad to have you.