Scared to Death

I have done nothing again today. Woke up, ate some breakfast, drank some coffee, watched some TV, scrolled through Craigslist, watched some more TV, showered. See, nothing.
I am currently unemployed, and hating every minute of it. But there is also this part of me that likes it. My parents absolutely hate it, the fact that I sit around all day doing nothing.
Want to know a secret? There is another part of me that is terrified at the thought of getting a job, not the making money part, but the change part. I have found that I am scared to death of change, and I don't know why. I think I am scared because the thought of going to be interviewed also scares me, not the talking face to face with people, but employers seeing my resume. I have no job experience, but lots of volunteer work. And when I say lots, I mean lots! The entire second page of my resume is volunteer work.
I'm afraid of what employers are going to think of a seventeen year old that has no job experience, I know it's alright, because I am a student and all but my all my friends have or have held some kind of job, and when they ask me how I'm doing and find out I still don't have a job, I can practically smell the judgement coming off them.
My mom's boss told me one day when I was in her office that he had a friend that never went to get a really job until we was in his mid-twenties. He was wealthier and went from high school straight into four years of post-seconday and his parents paid for everything.
That is not going to be me! I actually hope to be living with a roommate or on my own at that age.
Dear God, I have got to stop complaining!

Midlife Crisis?

I'm eighteen. Actually, not yet. I will be eighteen in ten day though, and I feel like I am having a midlife crisis already, even though I have hardly lived my life; therefore the thought of a midlife crisis seems impossible.
I looked it up, the definition of what a midlife crisis is. Did you know there is a band called Midlife Crisis? Neither did I. Google defines it as: an emotional crisis of identity and self-confidence that can occur in early middle age. I feel like that describes me perfectly. I know, as a young adult it's perfectly normal to have no idea who you are. But I really have no idea who I am. All my friends have gone of to college and university and have some idea of where they want to go or what they want to be. I don't.
Put it this way, if you were to ask me where I saw myself in ten years I wouldn't be able to really give you an answer. Honestly, in ten years all I want to be is happy. That's all I can picture. I can't picture myself sitting behind a desk, or answering phones, or writing articles, or taking pictures. All I can see is me, standing, more like floating in this bright blurry space. There is nothing to give me any hint of where I am, no walls or windows, no defining features, I'm not even standing on solid ground.
Like I said, all my friends are off at post-secondary school studying and partying and having fun, and I'm at home doing nothing. I don't even have a job (although I am working very hard to get one). Did I mention, I'm not going to school? Not yet at least, I'm signed up to go in January.
Now I know I am young, and still have a long full life ahead of me, but I guess what I really want to know is; Is it possible to have a midlife crisis at eighteen... Seventeen?