I just knew.

That "just know" feeling that turns out to be right can be a bit spooky. When you just know something is going a certain way and you can't change it. And it ends up being true and you feel a bit unsettled inside like when being smacked in the brain with deja vu. An instance that sticks out for me was this time several years back. I had been dating this girl and the longer we were together the more obvious it was that we had nothing critical to keeping the relationship going in common. There must be at least a little bit of common ground there. Some interest or another. After an evening that was nerve wracking only because we really didn't want to be hanging out with each other, we headed back to my place. Indulged in the most lackluster make out session ever. The next morning when I was in the living room getting ready to crank the fuck out of some Church of Misery to see if that would make her leave, she asked if I wanted to go for some breakfast. Three things happened that made me just know that it was all over. Done. No reason to ever call her again. One: she wanted to go to the goddamned Keystone Deli for breakfast. There is no shittier place to eat anywhere else in the state of Indiana. Two: she ordered Eggs Benedict and ate that nasty fucking slop with her mouth wide open and talked about bullshit with the eggs visible in her mouth the whole time. Eat eggs all you want around me but don't do it with them dribbling down your maw like slobbered  oatmeal. Three: the drunkard, doped up pill popper had the goddamned nerve to lay into me about me not believing in Jesus. Get the fuck out. I just knew that this was damaged beyond repair. After breakfast she gave me a ride back to my car. I didn't even say goodbye. Got the fuck out. Booked. Because I just knew.