A story of the man who attempted suicide... or did he?

This is a story of a man who attempted to kill himself (at least was mis-diagnosed for attempting to kill himself), it so happens he had a huge exam the day after the night he got dumped. Obviously feeling under fifty feet of crap he decided to skip the exam. And getting dumped by a girlfriend is not as a valid reason to skip exams (not at least where he was studying).


He had to go to the psychiatrists to assess himself and medically certify that he was indeed too depressed to attend the exam. This lead to a rigorous one hour questioning session, in which the psychiatrist asked him whether he had inflicted harm on himself in anyway... hoping he would get the MC sooner, he lied and showed a few old bruises on his hand. As expected, he was asked to fill out some forms right away which he happily did but unexpectedly they moved him to the psych ward.

He was given a green colored robe to wear, and was asked to sit there with a room full of people that thought back-wards, or any other direction then most people would. This made him a bit uncomfortable, understandable. That he asked the nurse that he wanted to leave, but she said he had been identified as a threat to the society for attempting suicide that he no longer have the right to leave this room, unless a legal guardian takes responsibility for him or a doctor certifies him sane.

Moral of the story? Don't lie :P ?


(Any resemblance of the above story to real events in the past or future is intentional or coincidental... and was written purely for entertainment purpose of the author)