I overspend, to the extent that I've put my family in bankruptcy two different times. (I can't do it anymore thanks to my low income, but I'd probably still max out my credit card and buy a bunch of stuff I don't even want, let alone need, if I weren't properly medicated.) I also have stupidly grandiose ideas, start projects I rarely if ever finish, become irritable and angry, and behave impulsively. I've been known to bury the needle on the speedometer, zipping down the freeway with the stereo cranked up and screaming at the top of my lungs. It's freakish and I don't enjoy it, especially when I hallucinate and become paranoid.

That's mania. When I'm hypomanic, I'm all happy-sappy and I love everybody and every day is the BESTEST DAY EVER!! I'm energetic and clean the whole house to the point where you could eat off my floors. Colors are more vivid, aromas are more pronounced, and food tastes amazing. I also become hypersexual and want to
bang anyone who'll look at me twice. I like hypomania. But I know it's my enemy too, because there is always the inevitable crash at the end.