> When our time passes, we will live as strangers in a strange land, drowning in the sea of nostalgia. I feel like that now, in my, ahem, later years, and wat

> When our time passes, we will live as strangers in a strange land, drowning in the sea of nostalgia. I feel like that now, in my, ahem, later years, and watching the 20-somethings tie themselves in knots over things, that are actually quite trivial. Friends and family are important, social media not so much. I don't really get it. When I was that age, and I was angry, it took a bit of effort. I'd have to cut the letters out of newspapers, glue them to a bit of paper, and post it to people.