Was making a few too morbid comments and jokes today at work, and someone told my advisor who called the university cops on me. I always joked and commented on how unhelpful it is to have the police show up and throw someone in a mental institution, and funny enough i almost got thrown in. 

They were pressing the hell outta me me to agree to go to the "behavioral health offices." During their cookie cutter "it gets better talk", they confiscated my couple of pocket knives(its a hobby) and dipped. Probably wont get em back, we'll have to see.

But yeah. I dont even know what to think. As soon as i opened the door and saw the uniform i was just thinkin of what a padded room would be like.

Im in a mental fuzz right now as i process this. I guess i know now to just keep my fucking mouth shut.