I listen to the Irish Rovers at full volume and wildly dance around my apartment with my cat sometimes. My psychiatrist called to check on me one night. I had been hypomanic in his office. My hypomanic episodes don't last more than 12 hours before they become full blown mania. He heard the music. He knew I was wildly dancing and I had scared my. cat. He said "You're manic". I argued with him that I was just eavesdropping on intergalactic creatures threatening a plane crash in the Himalayas, enjoying Irish music and dancing with my cat. That's not a crime. He responded, "It's not a crime, it's mania and you have no insight." The result was 3 weeks of hospitalization where I didn't sleep or stop dancing for 2 weeks. The moral of the story is you can't judge your own mania.