i've gradually grown more concerned about my work ethic recently. i literally spend days swerving around things i'm supposed to doing in favour of some other, entirely counter-productive activity, and i'm beginning to note the potential impact on my future. i've basically got to where i am now on luck and bullshit, and these are two factors that won't work as get-out-of-jail-free cards forever. i make a point of not comparing myself to other people, but there's not a single person i can name who's essentially lazier than i am. i'm nineteen, have no job, do no work at university if it isn't at most two nights before the deadline, and every time any form of work makes itself apparent i immediately head the other way. my whole life has been easy, and the luxury of not doing work is one i've had two decades to become so accustomed to that any attempt to do work feels unnatural. it's an affliction and i'm beginning to notice what it could mean in the long run; shit job, shit place (or worse, sponging off my parents' place), no opportunities, no freedom, nothing. and that's the exact opposite of what i'm going for. anyone else feel this way? any tips on how to overcome it?