Spoiler Alert...

We all like a bit of warning before bad shit happens. A little bit of a "Hey, that toilet doesn't flush." or a "I'm late for my period." or "The cops stopped by looking for you while you were out, I packed your bags."
The problem with our constant desire to know what comes next is that we can't help it even when it's obviously bad for us. You can see it resonate in our reflex to stereotype people. White people have good credit, black people have big penises/asses and people from Latin American countries are walking Kryptonite for every other race. But I'm not here to criticize you on your underlying racism. I'm here to talk about love and sex and relationships... or whatever.
The area that our incessant desire for information affects the most negatively is in relationships. Once we've reached a certain age, we believe we've dated roughly every type of person, or we think we know exactly what someone is going to be like in a relationship. We get the idea that we know what we want, and what we need in a relationship, and what other people have to offer us, but in doing this, we end up missing out on relationships with people that could be exactly what we need. Sometimes you'll never see it coming when something good shows up at your door, or slaps you in the face.
We spend so much time trying to avoid bad things, that sometimes we miss out on great things. I'm not saying that you should go chasing that hot man slut who cheated on your cousin with your other cousin and is now hitting on you. What I am saying is that maybe that mildly religious girl you met at Subway isn't such a bad pick for you. You didn't know she taught Sunday school until it came up pretty organically. And who knows. maybe you need a little Jesus in your life you filthy heathen. Or maybe it's not so bad that that guy's a vegan, and you eat triple bacon cheeseburgers for dinner, skip the veggies and replace the bread with steaks.
You never know what life is going to throw at you. Sometimes it's looking out for you. Sometimes it's really just trying to fuck you over. But like so many dead smart people have said in so many ways, you'll regret the risks you didn't take more than the ones you did. Unless you like drink and drive and murder some people. You'd really regret that. Like forever. That risk is never worth it.
Anyway, the moral of the story is not to let opportunities pass you by because of your fear or belief that you've experienced everything that's out there. Live a little. Or a lot. The world is waiting.