But as far as the growing up process goes, every once in a while, you have to ask yourself the question: “Well, what about my faith in humanity? Doesn’t it restore some cosmic equilibrium of beauty? Doesn’t it make them, or at least me, a better person?” And then one day, you realize that the answer to that question is: “No. It just classifies you as naive.” And you keep believing partially out of spite, and partially out of the denial that you were born with, and that is when you become a grown woman.