According to Huffington Post, researchers have defined intuition as our brain’s ability to draw on internal and external cues in making rapid, in-the-moment decisions, which is a crucial ability, especially in high-stress situations. Intuition is the seemingly automatic evaluation and processing of both internal and external cues that lead to a conclusion, often before we are even aware of the process. Intuitive decision-makers frequently find themselves at a loss to justify their actions. They seemed to hear a voice telling them what to do, and they followed its instructions.

Women typically make the right choice because they are more in tune with their intuition. If we have a nagging feeling that something is off. That nagging feeling, or intuition, that women are supposed to have. Still, we dismiss it and opt to look the other way.

Exactly why would you do that? the act of taking a risk that may or may not turn out to be beneficial. In my experience, things rarely go well when we go against our gut instincts. Ultimately, we come to feel guilty about our actions and realize that we need to grow from this experience. Now, let’s have a chat about the feelings we’ve been having.

The other day I had a conversation with a young lady who told me that she had made a huge mistake that has set her back a lot. She settled for a partner who was very unsuitable for her.

Something was off, she knew it in her bones, and she heard it from within, but she ignored the warnings and kept going. She disregarded her intuition and the early warnings. She was hoping to give this individual a second chance. She explained that she was helping him because she believed it was her responsibility to do so, despite her initial misgivings, and because she saw promise in him.

Her ultimate expectation was that he would be thankful to her. I warned that if your gut is sounding alarm bells, it’s because you’re dealing with a man who is either completely wrong or has a lot of untapped potential. Have you chosen to disregard it? What happens if you hear a fire alarm and choose to ignore it, even though a fire actually exists in your home?

We need to stop ignoring our innate wisdom.

We seem to be working against ourselves for no apparent reason. The opportunity to win $1,000,000? Is it really worth the effort to win this thing? Is it more valuable to have a relationship, no matter how or if it changes,? Can we afford to be so nave? Why don’t we believe in ourselves? Please explain.

Remembering the day I disregarded my gut feeling is like reliving a nightmare. I can honestly say it was one of the most terrifying ordeals of my life.

It’s odd that I was misled into thinking otherwise both before and after our encounter. That what I thought I knew wasn’t true. Nonetheless, I had no doubt that what I had felt and experienced was genuine. A part of me knew from the start that something was off.

So, here it is: when I was young and looking for a date, I accepted a young man’s invitation to hang out. Please keep in mind that this was not the first time I’ve met him; we’ve enjoyed some successful hangout sessions in the past. Anyway, the date took place in the evening. I agreed to meet him halfway, and we made plans to hang out.

I had learned my lesson and wouldn’t get into a strange man’s car. Despite my better judgment, I got into his car. My girlfriend came along for support and precaution, but she left as soon as I got into the car with this stranger. She was aware of both his identity and our alleged strategy.

We had a pleasant conversation in his car, and though I was still nervous, I kept my composure. A dumb move on my part was making plans to hang out at his place. The route to his house was longer and more foreign than I had anticipated.

I inquired as to the precise location of his hideout. Since I was unfamiliar with the area, however, I was unable to make the connection. We traversed long stretches of highway that eventually merged with local, shady back alleys. It was obvious to me that I had gotten myself completely disoriented.

There was no possible way for me to find my way back. Why didn’t I tell him to go back, I wondered. I didn’t want to seem like I was reacting irrationally, though. Emotional instability, or something like that.

The hairs on the back of my neck literally stood on end as he pulled into the parking lot of this strange building. There was total darkness and not a single car in sight. It appears to be an abandoned structure. The meaning was beyond my comprehension. When I saw it, I naturally had to know: “what is this?” I live here,” was his reply. Next, I enquired, “So, what kind of a place is this?” “A church,” he proclaimed.

A church?,” I asked in bewilderment. Inarticulately, I questioned how one could make a church their permanent residence. He insisted it was a rental house. He pretended it was fine, but I saw through his ruse. Once again, I felt uneasy, but he urged me to continue. I followed him hesitantly, walking behind him on tiptoes because I was scared, and worried, and I knew something was wrong.

As he climbed the stairs, I made sure to stay close behind his rear end. At the top of the stairs, he came to a door that opened as he approached. I can’t remember if he notified anyone of his impending arrival, and I have no idea why the door opened without the use of a key. But when that door opened and I caught a glimpse of the interior, my instincts kicked in. Quickly reversing course, I descended the stairs to the parking lot and looked around for a way out.

The parking lot’s lights were turned down low, and the street directly across from it was completely dark. I was at a loss as to which way to go, but I also knew that doing nothing was not an option. I took off running toward the entrance to the parking lot and into the shadowy street beyond. As soon as I left the parking lot behind, I kicked up my pace. I was freaking out and tried to call a friend or 911, but there were no connections.

Sprint was not the most reliable network back then, and its signals were often weak. After a few minutes of running, I finally saw some houses in the distance. He pulled up as I was running up to a house to ring the doorbell.

I had no idea anyone was following me. I started crying uncontrollably and couldn’t stop. We were going to get in trouble, he warned me, so he pleaded with me not to ring the bell. Exactly who were we, anyway? The problem wasn’t with me; I just needed some assistance.

In retrospect, I wasn’t sure if I would have been helped at all. An African-American girl in a predominantly white neighborhood rings the doorbell of an unknown person while sobbing ( sounds like a problem to me). Well, I guess it was for the best that I had no say in the matter.

One second before I was going to ring that doorbell, I had a gut feeling telling me not to. As a result, I retreated from the porch and went indoors. He was shaken up by the fact that they had run up to the house. He pleaded with me to get into his car, saying he’d drive me back home. I told him that I wouldn’t get in his car unless he brought me back, and that if he didn’t, I would either call the police, fight back, or escape in one of three ways.

It was obvious to him that his strategy had failed. This time, I went with my gut and got in his car. I don’t remember everything we talked about now, but he tried to convince me that my feelings were wrong. I would act the same way if I were in his shoes. The truth is, I wouldn’t identify myself.

I still start breathing rapidly whenever I recall the whole ordeal. Five or so men were sprawled out on the floor when the door swung open. I swear to you, I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing in my head. If I didn’t listen to my gut and get the hell out of there, I was going to get raped. I was unconvinced by anything he said after the fact. Of course that was the end of our relationship at that point.

There is a purpose for our female instructors to be here. Never skip it. If you listen to your intuition, it will steer you in the right direction most of the time.

We appreciate your interest. Are there times when you choose logic over your gut? If so, then what transpired?