why would you want to?
In my 20s, I often felt like a total retard. You do get tired of people laughing at your naivete. It was the 60s, after all.
Then, in my 50s, I thought it was charming when, on a family trip to Vegas, my DIL saw a hooker outside a hotel and in all seriousness said “I wonder why she thinks she has to do that? She’s pretty enough to get a boyfriend.”
We change with the times, I guess.