I once got a lecture from a family member about how things would be different once I was out of school and in "the real world" and had to look after myself.
(I don't know who she thought paid my tuition bill.)
The funny thing was, at the time, I was in a wheelchair because I'd just broken my neck/back/ribs/sternum, and my mother was feeding me soup because I couldn't do it myself. Or chew very well. Or go to the bathroom myself. Or lie down. Or sleep.
And I thought to myself, "Man, I'm glad I'm not out there in the real world. Things must be pretty fucking tough out there."
I'd have been angry if it wasn't so ludicrous.