I bought a nice house, 3 BMWs, i go shopping, and nothing interests me. When I go places people will compliment on how nice my car is, I smile and fake like i like the compliment but it's just a car to me. Drove a new Ferrari and it was meh. Went out with beautiful women and felt nothing. Hobbies are work but I always keep a few large projects at my house to keep me at home and dont go out driving like a mad man. I probably shouldn't have gotten a twin turbo since reckless driving is a bipolar trait.

Now all i do now is work, and that's the only thing that interests me which is sad. Work shouldn't be the highlight of anyone's life. Trying to get into volunteering now but it's really a struggle like if I'm asked to watch the grass grow.

I've been this way for so long I don't think anything made me happy. Only time I'd actually get into something was when I'd have my manic episodes. Then i was rocking and rolling doing all kinds of things. But it wasnt really enjoyment but an out of control state I couldn't control. I'd have to say when I get extremely manic is the only time I get a desire to do stuff. But after a week to a few months I'd be back to where I was again.

You're not alone. It's just who I am and apparently others are the same way. Just trying to deal with it one way or another.