One of those times, a friend told me a disturbing story about himself. He laughed as he told it, as though it were nothing. He had joked about being tired of life. But what he described afterwards was not a joke. He had gone out alone late at night to an isolated road, hoping something would happen that would end his life. When nothing did, he returned home. The following night, he tried again. He returned home disappointed. And when he told me about it, he laughed it off as though he were recounting an unfortunate incident rather than telling me how close he had come to dying.