I don’t experience mania but I’ve done all sorts of bizarre stuff when going out of my gourd, like believing I’d found a prehistoric tar pit behind my parent’s house, breaking out in song in the middle of a community meeting of 50+ people, ranting and raving about everything about everything pouring out of my the far reaches of my mind and at times seemingly from the great skies above and the strings to the future.
Posting on the internet only became a habit I actually loath about myself only much later in the past 4 years or so. I hate it but it’s like a compulsion, or perhaps a result of feeling alone with no one to talk to, both probably. As long as I’m not drinking heavily I’m usually fine but I’ve made a fool of myself in so many ways online it’s rediculous.
As addendum to this statement, even before I was diagnosed, back when no one I knew would have called me crazy, the opposite in fact, sure the person who probably knew me the most thought I might have been bi-polar due my crushing episodes of depression in which all I wanted was to lay in bed and smoke cigarettes out my window and occasionally go to Friendly’s for dinner. I don’t know, I was occasionally known to drink myself out of my silence and social awkwardness and preach my a** off about love between fellow human beings and the importance of such, but really when I did most people just listened as it was so rare for me to talk two sentences back then.