I’m 21 years old and am so overwhelmed with adulthood and all of its responsibilities. I really wish I could just cling onto your leg like a child and you could make all of my decisions for me.

That can be arranged, assuming you can make yourself useful.

But if you want me to captain the empty vessel of your adulthood, you’d better be sea-worthy. ‘Cause we’re heading to open water and you may not see home again.