I was upset last night—very upset. On my way to the bathroom, I slipped a martini glass under a spare shirt. I didn’t ultimately do anything with it, but when I put the glass down on the way home, my friends just assumed I stole it from the club for fun. The truth is I had fully intended to never come out of that bathroom again, not with my blood anyway.
This morning, my friends thought it incredibly funny that I stole a glass from the club. I was thinking to myself, “I wouldn’t have stolen it if I had remembered that I already had a knife in my pocket.”
Watch your suicidal friends very closely. If they do something odd or inexplicable, it’s probably time to put on your thinking caps to figure out if there is any way the action could be a precursor to suicide. Odds are pretty good that there is a “method in their madness.”
