You remember those toys you see in old photos or drawings of Ye Olde Time Toyye Shoppe? A round wooden top, with bright painted bands that blur together when the top is spun?
Done right, it looks like the toy is an amazing new super-colour – all light and shiny with a smooth surface that holds the eye.
Hypomania can be like that. My different facets, all the parts of me blur and blend together to make some new, shiny, impenetrable character. My thoughts and focus move so fast its impossible to keep them straight- so I don’t.
Instead, I run with it. I try to make a smooth visage out of what is really a fast-moving cascade of ideas – hoping that I can stay on top of it for as long as possible. I get work done – i Make a lot of lists, and try to as many things off as I can before I start to wobble.
But inevitably, I lose momentum. The friction of the real world breaks the spin and the spectrum becomes separate. And just like that, the smooth veneer get exposed for what it really is – a rough coat of paint that does the job most days.