I guess someone who has stared death in the eye a "bazillion times" could get somewhat "used to it" and figure it isn't anything special if it happens once for another. But I get it! Was just trying to come up with some kind of explanation which could give an answer to your question, but I guess everybody fails in the presence of the almighty Praetorius.
First, the question was answered by Nickerrous. Everyone was following his template. Secondly, I am the Almighty
Zeonix. For a short list of several of my other titles, please refer to my original post.
Third, there is a tiny difference between the possibility of choking on a peanut and not, and being the target of a conscious effort to take your life, either be by a God (for example, every time I go to the beach, the ocean tries to kill me, either by way of riptides or through freak whirlpools. Once, the tide took me so far out, I found myself near the edge of an underwater cliff. I was forced to Hulk jump my way back to shore. Clearly, the work of Poseidon) or by humans. While a bazillion times is hyperbole and the actual number is still high enough to be considered interesting, it isn't something I define myself by, and so I'd list something I found interesting out myself. For example, I found my cat as a kitten inside of a box, where her siblings also lay, and was going to be thrown into a garbage truck until the garbage man heard their cries. I happened to have witnessed the event, and so I was granted first pick. Obviously, I chose the one that would eventually grow to be among the most evil entities in the 'verse, because that's the story of my life. That isnt the interesting part. The interesting part is for most of the time I've had this cat, she'd wait until I was asleep, and then she'd sit on my chest, and stare at me. She would do this several days a week. This ritual coincided with me having many, many dreams about a woman I've neither seen nor met. She would whisper secrets to me about the Verse, about the mystery of life and how I fit into the grand scheme. And then she would seduce me, and I would fight her at first, but in the end, her hips did not lie.
So yes, my cat psychically molested me while we were growing up.