Good to know I'm not the only person who does this. I look at people I consider to be "normal" and wonder why the hell I can't just live and not have all this drama in my life. Why can't I be like them and experience a normal range of emotions without all the sturm und drang of bipolar?

Then I'll be sitting on my front porch and notice the sun shining on a lone string of cobweb stretching between plant pots, and it occurs to me that a normal person would probably never see the beauty in it, even if they were to see it in the first place. Me, I don't know any other way to be, because I've never been normal and wouldn't know it if it jumped up and bit me in the nose. None of us does, really, so speculating what "normals" think or feel or do is kind of a useless exercise. But it is fun in a way.