My instinct is always wrong. That’s how I know what choices to make—just pick the opposite of whatever my gut tells me. Recently, I had a bad feeling about this airplane I was boarding; that’s how I knew we’d be safe. When I’m excited about a job interview, I call in sick. Same situation for movies, restaurants, real estate, vacations, selecting a new blender. As soon as I picked eggshell-blue paint for my new apartment, I purchased candy-apple red. And I know that our relationship going so well means we’re incompatible…but I’ll keep fooling myself just a little while longer.