Let's see:

If I'm not manic (inappropriate), then I'm depressed (unfortunate). I can be medicated (inarticulate), or myself (unrealistic). Got it, ready for another day of insignificance and ineffectuality!

I've been excited about seeing my parents. They're coming to visit. I could go on about how there's nothing for them to see here, but I'll save all that. What struck me was a comment my stepmother offered to my girlfriend. "Ulivillwait has been so busy planning things for us to do while we visit, it's nice to have him in such a positive manic state."

What ever happened to just being glad someone is visiting? When you've been diagnosed, apparently everything you do is within the context of being manic or depressed. Everything.

That's why no one ever hears from me. I know they'll hang up the phone or see me drive away and make a comment on "how I'm doing". I can't remember the last time I said that about anyone I know, even the crazy ones.