Don't go there

I'm usually pretty good at following my "don't go there" mantra, yes, the one I've been living for 40 years now. Party full of people I don't know - don't go there (not unless I'm with KT); mortal enemy frequents my destination (Starbucks, gym, bus stop, restaurant, church, etc.) - don't go there; gut feeling that I may get mugged if I walk down that dark alley by myself - don't go there. So why was it today that I decided to go somewhere, against my better judgment  that was screaming "DON'T GO THERE!"? I went there, and perhaps now all the flood gates of everything 'don't go there' that I have been avoiding for the past six years will now come back to haunt me. Why on earth did I go there?!? It was painful. I should have walked away when I had the chance. Or I could have pretended I was deaf, or wasn't who they thought I was. With any luck my sunglasses did not hide the fact that my eyes were shooting daggers at his throat with every word that came out of his mouth. Was my horoscope off a couple of days because I could have sworn the challenging day that would require me to act gracefully was supposed to be two or three days ago, not today.