Isaac brought a sword to school on Tuesday. On Thursday, he stopped by in the morning looking serious. Serious, I might add, for the first time this school year.
"What if I decided I just wanted to end it all?" he announced.
"End what?" I asked.
"Everything," he said. "Suicide. What's the point of living?"
I looked at him. Gone was the usual twinkle in his eye. No mischievous smile. I decided not to take him seriously anyway. "Oh, come on, Isaac," I said. "Life is long and full of unexpected twists and turns. Enjoy the ride."
"Yeah," he said, "but what if all those twists and turns lead to nothing but dead ends?"
"You can't be serious. Wait, are you serious? Do I need to talk to your counselor about this?"
"Liability. If you do anything to yourself, I'll get in trouble."
"You could just pretend we never had this conversation," he said.
"I can, but I'd rather have you alive. I mean, you have so much to live for!"
"Well, look at me for example," I said. "One day you can be as successful and cool as me."
He cracked up, quickly transforming back to his jolly self.
"Damn you! You got me," he said as he continued to laugh. "Successful. You!"