...Or you could hire an escort to attack it for you.
I don't know where you get off, but it ain't on this exit, sister.
Back in my day, we procrastinated. We put off our problems instead of taking the easy way out and "solving" them. I remember a time where we had computers, computer phones, computer eyeballs, coffee that we could inject into our computer eyeballs, and computer wheelchairs so we didn't have to walk. We had to find creative solutions to EVADE them. Problems were a challenge, a challenge of will, to see how long we could go without pussing out and dealing with them. Now look at us, a proud people who hardly have to walk anywhere to do anything because we can EVADE our problems.
I don't know what exit you're get off on, telling us to do things about stuff.