Hooboy, can I ever relate to the grand schemes and ridiculous projects. You name it. Too many to go into, really. Good point though, Pughead. Unfortunately that aspect is true of me as well. Being all too aware when hypomanic that no one is keeping up with me either mentally or physically and thinking very unkind things of them as a result.... like "ye sloths on quaaludes, arghhhh!!!" Um, reality check? *I'm* the "sloth on quaaludes" when I'm depressed, so where do I get off really?! Back in the autumn, I was working in the studio when I made a "discovery" involving a glue gun, markers and aluminum foil. Boy, was I pumped! Dancing around and even shouted out, "I'm a f****** genius!!!" P-doc said later, "um, but you didn't really believe it, did you?" Actually, at the time, yes. But seriously, it wasn't exactly the realm of genius, was it? Yikes. Was trying to explain this to the BF just last night. He had said that I was so nice. Well, yes, I do try, BUT when hypomanic I can either be a load of fun or pretty darn obnoxious. Still nice at the core, personality-wise, but it sure wouldn't seem that way to someone looking on(!) Full of myself much? Oh yeah. But it's more than balanced out the rest of the time when I don't even feel cut out for the world or worthy of normal human interaction.
Ugh. One extreme to the other.