For me it's the opposite of that, in some ways. I'll watch myself choose to do something that's contrary to what I think would be "a good idea", but somehow it'll turn out better than the alternative. I said a little more about that here:I used to identify with the part of me that knew what was a "good idea" and what wasn't -- the part that would demand, "How can I be going to hear music when I'm not done with my taxes yet...?" No taxes, no music; fair is fair; let that be a lesson to me; etc., etc. When I'd regularly go along with that part of me, though, I'd tend to end up feeling more resentful and oppressed than "together" and virtuous. I did all the right things; I'm supposed to be happy now; I don't feel happy, though, so what on earth is wrong with me?

When I'm satisfied that I chose to do whatever I did, even though it wasn't what I would've called a good idea, I somehow manage to make it work out in a way where I can live happily with the result. In this case, the one who did the choosing seems like "the real me" and the one who thought it wasn't the thing to do, feels more like a backseat driver to me.