This was awesome. We split after we graduated - we were accepted to different colleges and haven't seen each other since. We wrote to each other at first, but then it kinda stopped and I assumed we both "moved on" and was glad for a memory, even though the friendship didn't last.
I was pleasantly surprised by the message and of course agreed instantly.

The meeting was a bit awkward. There was something off about the friend (lets call him V.), we didn't talk much. After a long silence, he drops this bomb. I was completely stunned. He told me that his parents got him locked up without a reason and now they make him take some meds which he flushes down the toilet.

After that, it was one bomb after another. V. told me that he hated his parents for being through that hell and that sometimes, when his father slept on the couch, he was seriously thinking about killing him. I told him that he definitely shouldn't do that.
"Yea, you're right, they would only lock me up again... you're the only one who cares. You're my best friend, you're like my brother. Remember? We were like brothers back then... we should join the army. The army is all about the brotherhood, everyone has each others back. I think we really belong there."
What. The. Bananapeeling. Fuck.

I tried to tell V. that I thought it was not a good idea. Was immediately silenced by MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES FROM FACEBOOK I SHIT YOU NOT HE SHOWED ME HIS PHONE WAS FULL OF THEM.
Obviously, according to him, it doesn't matter that you are not physically strong enough or have exactly zero sense of obedience to an authority. Also, all soldiers are apparently friends, no matter the rank, and there are no shitheads in the army.

The awkward conversation went for about two hours, I kinda hoped V. was trolling me, but that was obviously not the case. So I decided to back off and think about how the things worked out, because holiest of the shits.
And then... this. I told him that I had some work to do, he begged me and tried to persuade me. I managed to decline and started to walk away.

I mumbled some excuse and got the frick out of there. I have no idea what to do now, I asked around and was told that V. saw "things", talked about alien invasion from Venus and started getting aggressive, that's why he was in the hospital... and I have no idea whom to trust now, his parents weren't exactly saints, that's for sure.
I wouldn't mind him being mentally ill, but he's completely different person than a few years ago. And yes, I know I am a scumbag for not supporting him, but I honestly have no clue how, when he's pissed every time I don't agree with him.

tl;dr: Read the memes, I guess?

Cat & her fluffy jellybeans tax:

Eh... send... encouragement? I will settle this with V. tomorrow, probably... also, have drink on us. God knows we both need it.