When I'm depressed, I guess I don't notice textures at all unless it is an extreme. For example, shower water never feels good. It is either too hot, too cold, or simply water. When depressed, everything simply exists.

I don't know if anyone's ever caught me touching something while hypomanic. However, there was one time in the summer I got the sudden urge to roll around in the grass at 12:00 am just because I liked the feel of it. (Normal people do that, right?) Nobody was around, but I woke up the next morning covered in chigger bites. I had to explain how i managed to get chigger bites while living in the middle of a city.