Just a few things I have done during manic episodes:
- Picked up a 5-gallon bucket and started beating it with a baseball bat until the bucket was in tiny pieces scattered across the lawn.
- Slapped myself across the face and punched myself until I was sore and bruised all over.
- Surprised my co-workers by taking a half-used can of whipped cream and spraying the contents directly into my mouth, in full view of management.
- Tore apart several computers and worked on them all night just before the family returned home to find parts all over the house.
- Bought a drum kit.
- Drove to the beach and started screaming at the waves, sincerely hoping one of them would drag me out to sea.
- Stayed up all night cracking the password to my wife’s computer, then going through her files and blog posts.
- Bought a girl a bra for a birthday present, then actually gave it to her.
- Urinated off a tall bridge into a lake.
- Shouted obscenities at an inappropriate moment during a band performance.
- Drove over 110 mph in the Blue Bomber (my old Chevy Impala).
- Almost drove in front of a truck with suicidal intent.
I love these trips down manic memory lane. I’ve done some pretty stupid things over the years, and I know I was manic at the time, but hey, no excuses. The times I feel guilty about are where I could have hurt someone else.