I've spent an awful lot of my life The Land of the Horrible What If. Perhaps you know it? Vacationed there once or twice? The ground is rocky and dangerous, with criminals lurking behind the rubble; the water looks clean but is actually full of leptospirosis, and the air is thick with typhoid mosquitoes and some kind of marshmallow smell that's probably poison gas. The food makes you fat when it's not giving you botulism, and if you try to drive on its slick, rutted roads, you will probably get into a severe and stupid accident that will maim you and others. You will, however, survive that accident so that the people in the other car can sue you.
Also, in your expensive, very mortgaged house in the Land of the Horrible What If, you left the oven on and the faucets dripping, the candles burning and the window open. After the accident you parked in the driveway but you didn't lift the parking brake which is why your car rolled backwards and killed someone's grandmother.
Your kid is unhappy. Your kid is unsuccessful. Your kid is built like a football player but you won't let him play football because of the concussion that will give him Alzheimer's and now he hates you.
You ran out of money because you were profligate. There's nothing to buy in the Land of the Horrible What If but you bought stuff anyway and now there's nothing left to send your kid to college.
You can't bear to call the doctors in the Land of the Horrible What If even though that thing on your neck is always cancer and your hand is always shaking because of the incipient ALS.
Nobody sleeps in the Land of the Horrible What If. Valium kind of helps but you become addicted very easily and your life is never the same after that kind of addiction. So instead you watch reruns of Thirty Rock and cry.
If someone does you a favor in the Land of the Horrible What If he regrets it soon and you regret it sooner. You shouldn't have said what you said over lunch. That person you said it to thinks you're stupid and is also going to tell the person you were talking about that you were talking about that person.
You got the date wrong. You got the time wrong. You wore the wrong thing.
That person you thought you saw going through your garbage was trying to steal your identity so he could gain access to your bank accounts. On the upside - even in the Land of the Horrible What If there's an upside - when he finally gets into your bank account, joke's on him: it'll be empty because you lost your savings in the lawsuit.
I hate this place, I really do. I've got to get out of here soon.