Strange people on the streets

I'm terrible at being ribbed so I guess I was thinking about what I would feel like. But man, still seems pretty wrong to me!! I hope they've properly sussed out whether or not he actually feels OK with being ribbed about it.

We were not really the soft and squishy "ooh I hope you're ok, darling" types, and taking the piss out of each other on a continual basis for anything and everything was the order of the day. After he'd got out of hospital I think it would have been genuinely humiliating for him to have all his friends suddenly pussy-footing around him and pretending nothing had happened while still giving each other the same abuse we always did. Different people react to things in different ways and if he wasn't able to handle the fact we were all a bunch of insensitive arseholes (him included!), he wouldn't have kept hanging out with us. It was merely the nature of our normal interactions.

Without any professional understanding of mental illnesses, admittedly, it would seem to me that keeping things normal after somebody has been through an abnormal experience is crucial to their understanding that the support of ones' friends hasn't changed.

Not that we were a supportive lot at the best of times. We made fun of his haircut, too. I mean it was a pretty bad haircut.