Don't think too hard, it might never happen
In fact, the opposite might happen. Clearly, one day the bad thing will happen, and it's clear to me that unfortunate things happen all the time. It's part of growing up - we can't hide from the onset of poopishness. It's what happens. That's not to say that we sit there considering all the poopishness in the world and trying to defend ourselves against it (defensiveness = prison). Perhaps: we see the poop, we anticipate the poop, we acknowledge that we may soon be up to our neck in it, but we give ourselves a choice. Perhaps now I will think about something different. And therein lies freedom.