What's the funniest thing you have ever done when manic?

Hmm.. I once humped a large rooster statue outside of a country kitchen. The elderly patrons inside were not amused. Please also note that i am female.

Just some:

Ran naked thru my small village at 2 am - to feel what freedom feels like.

Pee'd through my pants on carpet because I thought man's ideas of bathrooms silly - discovered bathrooms were a good idea because of my wet pants.

Drove non-stop (cept gas) from Florida to Wisconsin in a bra and undies in a convertable (top down) singing loud music and with a guitar I couldnt play in the back seat acting out scenes from movies I was thinking up.

convinced I was in tune with the 3 slot machines that would pay off big and seeing a pattern I kept walking back and forth between them in a pretty deserted casino in Vegas until a floor man started following me.

Pulling off the highway read cloud messages while laying on the hood of my car. (I developed a bit of a reputation for being weird in my home town)

One time I believed I'm famous textile artist. I bought prof stuff for cutting fabrics, a sewing machine, prof books. I bought dozens of silk (I needed the best material!!!) shirts. I had designs of patchworks running in my head like crazy. Not to mention, still no quilts made

Oh, I have seen that! Geoffrey rush - great film. I'd forgotten about that scene.

Darvula

This part is the funniest! WHY? Why did your friend refuse? A person of strong anti-naked principals, clearly! LOL

Darvula

I'm really interested in the fact that so many of the stories are about blowing huge amounts of money on crazy purchases. Why do we do that?

One time when I was 21 and having one of the worst manic episodes I've ever had, I was employed by the local council and they didn't have any proper housing for us. As we were there doing contract work and only a short contract, they housed us in portacabins like the kind construction workers use on site as a tea hut. This cabin didn't have anything except a door and windows. It was really basic living. On payday, I decided I would spend the money on improving my living conditions, so what did I buy? An aquarium. Yep. Of all the things I could have bought, I chose a top-of-the range fish tank and filter system and stocked it up with tropical fish. It was me, a sleeping bag on the floor, my clothes still in their suitcase, and a 200 quid aquarium. When I finished the contract 2 months later and moved back to my home town, I had to give the damn thing away.

Darvula

You need to hook up with the naked pizza delivery people.

Darvula

I've hitchhiked to a city about 400km from where I live, spent the night sleeping in heystack because I didn't have any arrangements where to stay overnight. Was awakened by homeless at very early morning. Looked so miserable that homeless went somewhere to get a hot coffee and pasty for me. Found internet-cafe. Found a man something like 30 years older than me. Hitchhiked about 200 km more to meet him. Received proposal to marry and travel around the world on motor bike. Spent a night in tent with him. For breakfast he gave my only some donuts, hated that it's only something sweet. Decided that I'm not marrying someone who cannot feed me properly. Hitchhiked back home.
Sounds too crazy when I put it down written like this.

I agree. Less witnesses the better!

That's the best! I totally would do something like that....only in a manic state though...lol

Bumping this back up because I need something cheerful, but at the moment I can't actually remember anything else funny I've done. Please post some more funny stories to make us laugh, people!

Darvula

Oh, I remembered something! A while back I went on a 3-day sightseeing trip. It absolutely poured down the whole 3 days I was there. Everyone else stayed in the hotel, but I wouldn't be beaten, so I went out to this local store and bought a huge sheet of industrial strength plastic from which fashioned myself some "rainwear". It was basically a huge clear plastic tent which I wore over myself. A body condom. I then drew up an 8-hour itinerary for each of the three days and rustled my way around every tourist attraction in the town. Each of my appearances in the hotel lobby induced increasing levels of mirth from the receptionists. They tried to stifle their laughter, but I could see it. In the end they resorted to hiding in the staff office each time I appeared until I had rustled through and into the elevator.

Darvula

Ok not the funniest but something that happened to me while in a hypo manic state. I almost got arrested while doing my job. Twice. My job involves driving and sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. One early morning I parked my vehicle on the street but kinda close to the corner. Some guy drove up and said "Hey are you going to park there?" Thinking this was some random dude who should just mind his own business, I replied "hell yeah I am going to park here. What the F do you care where I park!" Well that dude was a police officer in an unmarked car. He asked for my ID and insurance and registration and wouldn't you know that my cards weren't up to date. Everything was current but the new cards no in my car. A family member brought them to me and I was lucky enough to get a warning for mouthing off. A year later I was out there driving in early hours. The roads were empty and I was listening to loud music and distracted by all the thoughts in my head sort of oblivious to the outside world. I ended up speeding past a police car. I got pulled over and wouldn't you know my cards were not up to date again! The officer got me going 25 miles an hour over the speed limit and informed me that it was an arrestable offense and that I could be summoned to appear in court. I was lucky again only to get a warning for driving unreasonably fast. My employer never found out.

When I was in what I believe to be a hypomanic state, I quit my job as an assistant controller and bought a dog grooming salon. Oops.

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After jumping on my bed and breaking it in a previous manic episode. But I went out and out a king sized bed that completely filled up my bedroom. Everything I had in my room I moved to the spare room and it took me a good half day to get it in that room. But it was surprisingly worth it.

hahahaha I had the same thing, white Pajeros, because a friend of mine had smoked up and I thought it was in relation to him and the CID (secret police here) so each time I recognized the same model I was like ****kkk, they know that I know he did weed (and you get 4 years here for smoking that, and in my manic state I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from telling the police if I met them )

Lol I once didn't stop for the unmarked police car and when he asked why I said because I thought I was being followed. Duh. This only lasted 3 blocks but in that time I managed to not stop for a stop sign or use signal lights. Before he could even decide to ticket me he learned of my entire day and why he shouldn't ticket me. For some lucky reason I drove off with zero tickets and none-the-smarter.

So my sister's and I we're speeding down the highway at 120 trying to catch up to these guys (that we saw at a rest stop) to invite them to spring vacation with us. We saw the cops and hit the breakers so we were only clocked at 90. We tried to explain we had to go so we could catch them to have them come with us. We were unfazed by the threat of no lisence as my sister told him that she had one too. We we're more upset that he was holding us up
We told him we hit the breaks when we saw him because he was lecturing us on death at that speeding.Through all this we were laughing and joking. We got questioned about drugs and the eye. Shining thing. We explained are parents made us this way. He felt bad for my parents. We left with a ticket for 23 miles over speed limit. My sister ended up having to pay $1k and wasn't allowed to drive in the state of VA for 3 yrs. My parents were not happy about that bill. We we're all over the age of 22 when this happened.

I spent about $1000 in Wal-Mart and bought (among other things) this hideous yellow tank top with a ginormous neon toucan splashed all over the front of it. I forgot about it for several months, and then ran across it in the closet. Holy crap, I thought, why did I buy THIS?!

I showed the shirt to my family, all of whom said "WTF?" and I confessed to my pdoc, who wanted me to wear the horrid thing to my appointment. I didn't, but I did bring it to his office. He laughed so hard I thought he was going to aspirate his coffee. Now he teases me about it, and of course the first thing that comes out when I'm a little hypo or I change something about my looks, is "Did you buy another yellow shirt?"

I would have declined his proposal, too - even thinking of having sappy donuts only for breakfast worsens my nausea. Yuck! So I am totally with you.

Epic! LOL

If any of my head doctors had been that cool, I could have maybe continued seeing them!

Haha. I just reno'd my upper level and bought a second 70" how many big TVs do people with BP need? Glad to see I'm not the only one that can't stop finding or making places to put huge TVs!!! Lol

I like the way you think.

Gloamingone's crochet story on another thread reminded me of another stupid mania story. Years ago, I lost my job and became absolutely convinced that me and my partner were going to starve to death, so I went out and got myself a PT job. Then another. And another, till I suddenly had 6 PT jobs. I worked, powered by mania, for 57 consecutive days, getting up at 5am and going to bed at 1. I only stopped after 57 days because I had to - it was Christmas and all my PT job places were shut for the holiday period. I was still on a manic work frenzy, couldn't keep still for a second, so went out to see what was open. Found a craft shop on the backstreets and had an epiphany. "Realised" that what I really, really, really wanted to do for the 6 days I had off was to sit in the lounge crocheting blankets. So I bought a crochet hook and literally all the wool they had in the shop, went home, sat in front of the TV for 6 days straight, from dawn till dusk, crocheting blankets and watching the same Peter Cushing film over and over again. At the end of the week I had 5 double-bed sized blankets and my hand was so swollen I couldn't move it.