I remember being at a point where I could read but it took effort, so I would just vibe it.

It wasn't coercion that got me to be less lazy, it was the time when I put clearly labelled sugar on my food instead of salt.

When I was in kindergarten, we were read a book called The Little Old Man Who Could Not Read. The main character was a Mr. Magoo-type character, except merely illiterate instead of functionally blind. He was always making mistakes like this, for example buying wax paper instead of spaghetti because they both came in long boxes. Eventually his wife teaches him how to read and his next grocery trip has all the correct items.