OMG, and I thought I was the only person who thinks of stuff like this!! I do that all the time with passing cars/homes etc., and wonder if the people inside them think of these things like I do, or if they see the beauty and the sadness around them like I do. But then, I've never lived in the mind of a so-called 'normal' person and have no idea whatsoever of what they think or see or sense......KWIM?

I will admit to something I actually love about being bipolar, though, and that is the intensity with which I'm able to enjoy the sensual wonders of the world. There are few things better than seeing the flaming autumn trees against a sapphire sky, while enjoying a lovely Rachmaninoff melody floating out of my iPod and sipping hot coffee on my way to work in the morning. That's where I almost find myself feeling sorry for people who don't see what I see or feel what I feel......and yet on the other hand, I wonder sometimes if it's worth all the craziness when things aren't going right. Guess I'll never know, huh?