Why me?

It is often thought that "random distribution" means more or less this:

In reality, this can also happen:

Random distribution also includes groupings.
Which means that a flat tire can happen even for two days in a row.

When such things happen to us, we remain painfully amazed, struck by a sense of betrayal.

These things are never explained to us in kindergarten, because adults think that it is better to keep ourselves safe from the sad truths of life. Paving the way for the use of heroin, I would say at this point. Reassurances harm mental health, we've already talked about it here.

To the question "Why me?" the only intelligent answer is: "Why not?"

We are not special. The world goes on, and sometimes it happens that the clouds of poop gather more numerous over our heads. It is not bad luck. The world works this way.

Let us be realistic: it is the only way to give more space to joy, and less to anger and despair.