Hello, I'm happy to find this place over the r/MGTOW channel which has too much negativity for my liking, even though I'm still going through some residual redpill rage. I'll try to keep the disparaging comments about women to a minumum.

I hail from Toronto, the cuckcentral of Canadastan, where landwhales still roam free in the streets in large numbers.

I've been working really hard this week on a bunch of personal projects and decided I should treat myself to a day out in the city. I went to a sandwich shop that I frequent and sat out in the patio area by myself in peace, just enjoying the food and people watching. It was lunch hour and the place was quite busy. I was aware that I was taking up a table suitable for 2 , and I was feeling the annoyed gaze of other patrons with their boyfriends and girlfriends who were probably hoping I move myself to the dingy corner of the restaurant where the singles stools are, but I was just in my zone with not a care in the world.

Suddenly I heard someone beta shuffling towards me and I looked up to see a soyboy wonder staring back at me, with a tray of food clutched hopefully in his beta hands. He asked cautiously if he could sit across from me at the table, which had 4 seats but barely big enough for 2 people. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and asked to confirm what he is requesting: that I trade in my precious alone time to be a nice, accommodating gentleman for this cuckboy whom I would've had to stare at across the table for the rest of my meal. Maybe his aim was that I would concede out of social norm, get uncomfortable and leave quickly. Maybe he mistook me and was hoping to awkwardly strike up a conversation and commiserate being incels together. Maybe he was gay? I wasn't getting any romantic vibe nor was I giving any out. Who really knows; all I know is that I gave him a firm NO. He seemed surprised that I actually refused and asked me again. Once again, I gave a firm no at which point he quietly shuffled away to a back corner somewhere out of my life.

I guess the reason I'm sharing this story is because in my previous life before self actualizing and becoming mgtow I would've gave up the table like a good little cuck, simply out of my beta reflexes to please and conform to social conventions. I then would regret the decision immediately in my head, then proceed to beat myself up over the incident for the rest of the day. Some might say I was being a dick but I noticed that the dude found himself a table 5 minutes later and I saved him from an extremely awkward situation that would have unfolded had I let him jockey his little food tray onto my table. Instead of feeling shame and guilt I felt amazing for being assertive, and it was because I was channeling my redpill rage towards looking after my own well being. I feel like I'm slowly rediscovering my masculinity as I let the rage motivate me to work harder and reject social approval.

I think it's also sign of times that men are not really respected anymore as a sovereign individual, that if we don't have a woman clutched in our arms it's ok to treat us like a second class citizen who should sit at the back of the bus. I still can't believe the audacity of this guy to make such request and what in his soy saturated brain made him think that that was a good idea. Anyways that's my rant and hope you guys are doing well out there.