Sep. 4th, 2011

scythe_of_time: (vorpal)
As my sore legs can attest, I went clubbing with friends this past Friday and had an absolute blast shaking what my mother gave me.

However.

By the middle of the night, I fervently wished I could throw my hard-earned stability out the window in favor of a night of hypomania. A stupid idea, certainly, but hear me out. When I'm in a hypomanic state, my senses are on fire. Colors are brighter and smells are stronger. I'm a a bit more sexual, more confident, more out-going. Everything--everything!--is alive with passion and potential and emotion. I feel sharp and witty--whether I truly am or not.

As a contrast, stablity is bland. As if someone turned down the saturation in my life; all that's left is shades of gray. It's easier to discern truth from fiction (and stupid ideas from smart ones) when I keep having water thrown in my face, but the process washes away quite a bit of the life I knew and enjoyed previously.

Normalcy is bittersweet.

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