I guess it's human nature, but it's still interesting.
No matter how we might think the odds are stacked against us, we can always rationalize some way that the statistics don't apply in our particular situation. Maybe we convince ourselves that the conditions are somehow different from all those other people, that bad things won't happen to me because they didn't have X or think of Y or commit themselves to Z. Or maybe we're just foolish enough to think that we're really better than that, that there's something oh-so-special about us that raises us above all those other people. We're to good to be "a statistic," we tell ourselves.
And then after we're done shoveling all that BS on ourselves, reality comes in and reminds you that what you thought was so strong, so indestructible, and so unique just ends up all broken and beaten down, just like every other "statistic."
A wise old surgeon I trained under once said that "the problem with applying population-based statistics to an individual is this: The risk of a complication is zero percent if it doesn't happen to you, and 100 percent if it does." Little did I know that this applies to more than surgery.
So I guess I'll be joining the club. I never thought I'd become a "statistic--" Oh no, we were better than that. We had it figured out. What a crock.