Are the Lies Losing Their Grip?

When I was a boy I used to laugh at the old men who would sit around and bemoan the fact that they miss the good ol’ days, the way things used to be. And I made a decision when I was young that I was never going to be that guy, that I was never going to complain about missing the past. And yet, now I find myself in a position where there are some things from the past that I miss, some things that I used to have that I don’t have anymore. One of those things is the ability to have a conversation with someone who disagrees with me without starting world war 3. How do we function in a culture that refuses to listen?