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

I had been out of the hospital for a year and just finished a year of therapy. I went off of my medications. I had just started a new job and there had been dramatic increase in the price of gas. I got ahold of a list of employees and their home addresses (I worked in HR). I found about 9 people that lived closed to me and sent them all, my co-workers and total strangers, inter-office emails that I lived closed to them and that I thought the price of gas was going to jump to $5/gal very soon and no one would be able to afford to get to work. I went on to offer a variety of scenarios that I would be willing to drive every other day, week, month, how we would pay each other and how we had to stick together to make it through this difficult time. Finally, I asked “Would you like to car pool with me?” I got one response saying that they doubt the price of gas would go that high and we should all be fine. Not to mention I talked and laughed to myself at my desk and every so often had red eyes from crying.

I worked there 6 months. It was shortest length of time I worked at a job before getting fired.

I am laughing out loud at some of these. Thanks for the stories.

Another time when I was uber-paranoid I suddenly "realised" that the wardrobe in my bedroom was watching me. I didn't think there was a hidden camera in it like some paranoid people do - I thought the actual wardrobe itself was watching me.

Darvula

The then gf and I were looking into buying a house over last winter. As spring started, I got the "courage" to move ahead and put in an offer.

This started a string of events and tied in with training for a new postion at work and taking on waaay too much repsonsibility, our offer was accepted, we got the financing and bought it.

Then we went engagement ring shopping and I secretly financed that.

Then we were told they dont plow the snow where we live, making her Honda Civic no good for winter driving. So we went to look at used trucks and left with me having financed a brand new turbo diesel pickup.

Shortly after that we saw a need for a 4-wheeler (ATV), so I looked around and found a nice used one that came with a winch and a plow. Rather than thinking hard about it, espcially when I was turned down for bank financing, I financed it through the credit card associated with the motorcycle I financed a few years ago.

Long story short, I financed almost $190,000 on 4 purchases in 35 days, with no guaranteed way to pay the bills.

But I ended up with a house that will be renovated to like new, a new truck, a very useful ATV, and a fiance. ALL GOOD!

I had a psychotic episode where I believed all white pickups were following me. I spent hours driving around to lose one white pickup just to find another behind me. I refused to drive home as long as a white pickup could see where I lived. Finally made SOS call to therapist who promptly sent a white ambulance to get me.

Another time for two or three weeks I was obsessed with small men. I thought it was hilarious to run up behind them, grab them round the waist from behind and swing them round and round while singing the tune from "Magic Roundabout". I did this to my friend's boss in the restaurant where he worked. He had never met me before, which made him even more surprised. He didn't complain, but still I thought it best never to go back.

Darvula

This was a few years back. I wasn't medicated or diagnosed at the time so I just figured I was being really cool, adventerous, and one of the boys lol. Not to mention I felt like I could do anything. A few of my guy friends (who were also my coworkers) convinced me to join a 40 ounce drinking contest. I didn't end up doing it though lol. I ended up getting smashed on a bottle of wine and some ciggaweed (Rush Hour reference hahaha) before I arrived. When I got to my friends apartment the guys were about 2 bottles in. I didn't drink any 40s but continued to get smashed on Woodchuck Hard Cider. If I remember correctly I drank an entire case or close to it. Needless to say the three of us were NOT doing well by the end of the night. One of the guys fell asleep in his room. The other was glued to the toilet. I on the other hand thought it would be hilarious to pee in the snow because I was convinced I could write my name like a dude so I went outside. At the end of the night I left his apartment, got some Taco Bell, and puked at home for the rest of the night!

I spent a day walking backwards and bent in a funny position, because it was funny. I convinced my family to do the same and so the 6 of us walked into a restaurant like this, and ordered our food. It was so funny.

Probably isn't funny to a normal person but I body-checked one of my friends in the morning because I was so excited to see him.

There was the time I (5'3" 110lbs) went to headbutt my husband (6'3" 350lbs.) only to fall on the concrete smash my head and busted out laughing. This in front of tons of people at a fair.

Stayed up for 90 hours straight painting walls.

I decided someone needed to perform The Beastie Boys 'Paul's Boutique' live, and I, with absolutely zero musical or stage background (or talent), was the one to do it. I put adds up on Craigslist, Bandmix (or something like that, they still send me emails) and at the local community college. I purchased instrumental tracks, I already knew 95% of the words. I ended up with one response- a guy trying to tell me how much effort it would take to pull it off. I told him where he could shove his negative attitude.

I still think the concept is awesome and should be done, but I am not the person and a small(ish) Midwest town might not be the placed it would be most supported.

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Oh lol I completely forgot my best stunt....I was manic and put in a ward with mostly depressed people. So I ended up talking them into bailing the facility and going to a casino with me one night and later to a bar. They had fun.... ;-P

LOL these stories are definitely getting some giggles out of me. Oh man.

I think probably my funniest/most traumatic was where I thought it was an absolutely BRILLIANT idea to go into the bathroom with a pair of scissors, take off my shirt, and start cutting off all my hair (it was down to my bum, like. I had LONG hair. I spent YEARS growing it out). So yeah, I wake up one morning and start hacking off my hair, and was singing and dancing around in the bathroom while doing so. I just thought I was being super spontaneous and cool for doing this. Nearly gave everyone a heart attack though.

The hairdresser gave me some seriously questioning looks when I had to go in to have a super-short pixie cut styled. Oh gosh.

Never again.

My first true manic episode was in 2001. I was working night shift 7 days a week and really didn't sleep. I was buying things like crazy. New car, new furniture, computer etc. I even bought a trampoline for my back yard. I thought it would be a fun way to burn off some extra energy. During all of this I was becoming increasingly delusional...to the point where I had this idea that I was the next messiah and that I was going to save the world. One summer day I got this idea in my head that jumping on the trampoline was similar to "catching air" on a snowboard, so I decided to strap my snowboard on my feet and jump on the trampoline with my snowboard all the while yelling "I am going to save the world!"

Laughing my head off at that one! I'm remembering all sorts of stuff now. One day when I was a teenager I was out wandering around town and I went into a joke shop and bought a canister of fake blood and a can of spray-on cobwebs. I went home and sprayed the whole can over the walls, the ceiling, my furniture, books, everything I had and then repeated the process with the fake blood. It wasn't Halloween, I just had this idea that it would be cool for some reason. I spent maybe a couple of years having to scrape that stuff off everything I had. I still find lumps of it to this day, 30 years later.

Darvula

Oh, and about a year ago, I answered the front door naked. No idea why. I was asleep, and I heard someone banging against the door and just for some reason didn't bother to put any clothes on to answer it. Turned out to be the maintenance man painting my door. I'll never forget the look on his face. Even then, I didn't realise anything was out of the ordinary. Then after I came down from the mania I thought "S***! I have to see that guy every day!" Sure enough, he looks at me funny every time he sees me, so I avoid him. LOL

Darvula

Ha! If I ever answered the door naked the poor person at my door would need more therapy than I do. 12 years of psychotropic medication has not done this body good.

Ditto. I doubt seeing me in all my glory did anything for his sex-life. LOL

I love coming to read the stories in this thread so funny!

You're story reminds me of the time that I believed Cats Don't Dance (an animated movie) needed to be seen by all on Broadway, and that I and I alone should bring it to the stage. Lets just say that it's difficult to plan a Broadway musical.

Have you ever seen the movie Shine? It's about a pianist who has a mental breakdown. Well anyway, in the movie you can tell that he's slowly starting to lose his mind. There's a priceless scene in the movie where he goes to check his mail...without any pants on! It's hilarious.

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Shine is a very good movie. I really appreciated it.

Walking around outside at 2am in the rain talking to myself about how the government is out to get me, right after I moved around all the furniture in the house and got the couch stuck upright in the doorway.

Hey everyone, I'm relatively new on here. These are really funny. I laughed until I cried on some them. It reminds me of the time I was working at a publishing company. I didn't like having to go to meetings and being told to work harder. I went home one night and drank a bottle of wine and came up with a plan of how the company could be redesigned. I wrote it out on one page and drew a diagram on the back. I went in to work the next day and hung it up in my cubicle. I kept looking at it when my publisher when come over and ask me to do something. I was thinking of a good plan to take it into the CEO but he was always out of town in his private jet or something so it just sat there, hanging on the wall. Eventually I quit that job and left the paper hanging there.

About 7 years ago, I took $30k out of my retirement account to pay for my intensive therapy that year. I got on eBay one weekend and spent $15k on all kinds of things...crates of sports cards, beanie babies, star wars legos, electric train sets, ham radio equipment, Dept 56 Christmas Village sets, silver eagles, gold Isle of Man cat coins. I was so into winning auctions, I didn't even pay attention to what I was buying and how much I was spending. Loved sniping at the last second to steal it from another bidder. It was winning at the slots. I am a middle-aged female. What was I planning to do with electric trains, legos and sports cards? And I've never had any interest in ham radio and didn't have license. I believe I did some of this as my preteen male alter (DID and PTSD from CSA).

Buying off eBay meant I couldn't return any of the stuff.

My T was flabbergasted when I told her what I had done. I kept everything unopened and carefully stored. Luckily, a lot of what I bought had investment potential. I was able to sell train stuff, ham gear, lego sets gold and silver coins a few years later at a nice profit. I still have thousands of sports cards and 500 beanie babies. I am gradually donating those to underprivileged kids at XMAS, children's hospital, and friends' kids.

MY OH MY. My T was totally convinced I was bipolar in addition to other diagnoses after that weekend.

I answered the front door naked. They use to have "naked pizza night" on a radio station. I was pregnant, wanted pizza, and probably a bit manic. So we called the station to do "naked pizza night" I answered the door naked received my wings, pizza and soda for free and closed the door. A friend of mine refused to eat the pizza because of how I got it.