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We had our biggest fight that night. I told her she was being naive, that she was an easy target, and that she needed to grow up. She looked at me, not with the usual confusion, but with a quiet, steady disappointment. She told me that she knew people lied and that the world could be ugly. But she chose to believe the best because the alternative—living in a world where everyone was out to get you—was a world she didn't want to live in.
That’s Mia. She doesn’t just believe the best in people; she ignores the possibility of the worst. She once tried to "rescue" a stray cat that turned out to be a very well-fed raccoon. She gave her Netflix password to a "customer service rep" who messaged her from a Gmail account named NetflixSupport12345 . And last semester, she spent three hours helping a "lost" freshman find the library, only to realize later the guy was a junior in her own Economics seminar just trying to get her number. College Stories. My Girlfriend is too naive--- ...
During sophomore year, Maya was the person everyone loved because she couldn't say no. If a classmate missed a lecture, she’d send her color-coded notes. If someone was short on meal points, she’d swipe them in. She believed that if you were nice to the world, the world would be fair to you. The breaking point was "The Economics Midterm." We had our biggest fight that night
"You will?" she beamed, her naive optimism instantly restored. "That's perfect! You're so good at economics anyway." She told me that she knew people lied
When I first met Maya in our Intro to Psychology lecture, her "naivety" felt like a breath of fresh air. In a sea of cynical freshmen trying too hard to look bored, she was genuinely excited about everything—the dining hall pizza, the library’s smell, the prospect of an 8:00 AM lab.