http://imgur.com/gallery/q0GPqSJ

What you'll see is a picture of corned beef, pastrami and cheese. A whole platter of it. You'll also see a big fuckin' piece of blueberry cheesecake.

I was just going to grab a quick bite of bagels, lox, and a coffee. But I overheard an old married couple in a booth behind me. It only caught my ear because I kept hearing the word "salt" like 9 times in a row.

She was griping at hom over "salt intake. Watch your salt. The doctor says salt, Simon says salt." Poor guy just kind of grunted and took it. Resigned.

So the gods demanded it. Instead ot my usual, i steeled my inner competitive eater resolve, and ordered up the biggest damned platter of pastrami and corned beef and cheese they had. And chased it with the cheesecake.

And what did I hear? Nothing. Sweet nothing. Nobody bothering me about it at all. I got it because I fucking COULD.

Now this meal became a mgtow exercise, and the gods demand an offering. So my bill was $36 including the iced tea (not pictured). Which means that tomorrow I transfer an additional $36 into my stock funds to pay for the free silence, and use the resources i would have spent on a nagging wife to make myself money in the long term.

Sometimes it's those little reminders that you find along the way that drive the point home:

MGTOW is freedom fuckin' delicious! (With a side of pickles and sauerkraut.