Well, doc of skippiness (my bad if you hate that name...), with me I've started to notice that I get really, like REALLY, confident. I'm up for anything and I do everything. I start to seek thrills in everything I do. I think I basically become an adrenaline junkie.

I see things in the way they should be seen. (That statement was supposed to sound arrogant.) But really, I start to just plain see things creatively. I'll think up a creative way to say the simplest things. Everything makes me happy and nothing gets me down. Maybe you would know what I meant if I said, "whenever I listen to pandora, I never skip music anymore, because every song seems newer or better."

I seem to notice more coincidences. I know, that seems like a minor thing, but it gets funny sometimes. Like I'll piece things together somewhat oddly and come up with some "semi-logical" explanation for why something is the way it is.

So so so many ideas. And to me, they are all great! Then I'll go share them with people I work with or my family. Sure, some of them really are great ideas and they tell me, "Hey, you should pursue that and find a way to patent that right now! Seriously!"...and I'll already have another idea so say goodbye to that one...then there are the other ideas that make people's heads turn in confusion.

Another thing...everything sort of just turns into a dance for me. If I'm getting milk out of the fridge? Sure, I'll throw in a couple spins and toss the jug up in the air for added charm. Oh, it's time to change the channel on the tv? No worries, I'm so hyper that I've got the tv remote in hand constantly while at the same time spinning and humming and jumping on couches in the living room. Every move I make becomes art. I drive 30 over the speed limit and pass people so casually that it makes them look like idiots, my mind is working fast enough that I know the right moves to make every time.

I think somebody may have said something like this but I'll put a different spin on it maybe...Its like playing a game of speed chess against somebody, only it feels like you are playing an incredibly slow game, while the person across from you is scrambling to keep up.

Thinking fast is such a great and terrible symptom with me. It feels so good to me but other people hate it.

Everything above...I mean everything...probably shouldn't even be trusted because it is, of course, my manic over-confidence talking.

Oh the dances of the manic depressive, so great yet so terrible. Such a waste and such a gift. Oh what a horribly wonderful paradox it is.

Yep, it's all fun and games until somebody gets depressed...