Suicide Na wa

Suicide is a stupid thing. Imagine sitting on the floor looking up at your broken roof and then down at the ceiling-fan now on the floor, which on impact with your glass center-table equally broke the damn thing. You try to shout "wtf" but your throat is too sour to let out your contempt. You hesitate, wondering why you didn't just carry out your initial plan, slap that 6foot bouncer looking dude in the bus on your way home, at least you could have gone-out fighting. Now you are sitting on this bloody floor looking stupidly at the mess you just made. Then your wife walks in and as you look up at her, you realise you should have planned this better. She folds her hands with that self righteous disapproval she always has going on and you simply clear your throat and say "Was going to ask you to push me off the chair to avoid pulling down the ceiling but I didn't wanna wake you up"