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Hypomania. Despite sounding like a more devastating version of mania, It's actually the milder form of it.

 It's the lemon and herb in the Nando's hotness scale while mania is the coveted Carolina Reaper.

It's the gentler goblin that gobbles on guavas and gizzards and guts of grizzlies. Gummy grizzlies. While mania is the massive. menacing Manticore that munches on men and their mushy, moist meat.

"I will rip your limbs one by one, and devour them voraciously in front of your family."

It's characterized by an elevated state of mood - up to the point of euphoria and hyperactivity. Your mood basically jumps on a trampoline with a pogo stick and launches itself so high up, it got it's head stuck in the Stratosphere.

You can't really tell if I'm going through hypomania at a glance. It's like an Aedes Mosquito on a chessboard keychain. I wouldn't go around and convince people that my theories on parallel dimensions are scientifically correct despite having absolutely zero knowledge in that department. But I will however, appear to be a little "giddlier". A red squiggly line below the word indicates that the word doesn't exist, but you know how some words just describe something so perfectly just by how it sounds? The word is just that. It's being giddy, but giddlier - ya feel me? Nothing I did when I was hypomanic would really raise anyone's eyebrow and make them look like a wrestler who likes to ask people whether they can catch a whiff of what he's whipping up for dinner.

"It's siakap 3 rasa"

Hypomania feels like the unlocked stage in the good ol' game of life. It's when you unknowingly unlock a secret cavern that has a shitload of treasure chests, Vitality Vials, Yggdrasil Berries and an endless amount of vases and pots that you can shatter to shards to quench your thirst for destruction. It also houses the most powerful sword in the game, lodged in a glowing, red crystal. It would unleash Hades, riding on his trusty Cerberus when swung swiftly - leaving trails of hell fire in its wake. It also has a chance to land a critical strike that deals 9999 damage.

It's life - enhanced. Your perception towards your very existence feels like it has finally worn anti-smudge glasses. We're not talking about clouds having a silver lining, we're talking about the clouds being shiny cotton balls of silver themselves.You become unnaturally confident, extra energetic and your optimism is so positively high, it would reach the Sombrero Galaxy. No, I did not make that up. I assume there are planets that sprout taco trees and have piñatas drinking from salsa streams over there.

Your spaceship of self-esteem on the other hand, would reach the Tadpole Galaxy. Yep, that exists too. There, the planets squiggle around instead of orbiting it's sun which looks like a giant flaming head of a toad.

 You feel amazing. You feel like life finally has received the parcel of purpose and is gripping firmly on the ropes of reason.

I felt so motivated and my head was always swirling with thoughts and ideas. When I draw, the ink that spewed felt more spontaneous. It almost felt like having an imagination of a kid again. So carefree, boundless and unrestrained. I was always psyched to skate and when I did skate, it felt radically incredible. I also had energy that was like a stampede of bulls that has red skin. I would wake up when the early birds are chirping cheerily on cables and skate at the badminton court next to my house. Note that I don't usually do this when I wasn't hypomanic. I would then unwind and have a smoke while sweat drip down my b-oard. Have my gaze wander loose over the morning sky and swaying trees shedding leafy tears . "Eh, that cloud formation looks like a fluffy Flapper-Whapper teaching a swarm of Blobbles how to swim" as I take another puff of my cigarette.

I was never really a confident person. There were times where I'd nervously go "so that's means" and "it's hurts" in a muffled stutter due to having social skills as efficient as an umbrella in a typhoon. Not when I was hypomanic tho. Words would just flow naturally and my spoken english was tremendously better. There were no awkward pauses and jokes that only a crowd of crickets would laugh.

The need for sleep is also dramatically reduced. I can live on only a few hours of sleep each day and not feel like a zombie sloth when I wake up. I'm pretty sure there were days where I skipped sleep for a whole day and still have my energy sparking up like a tesla coil.

I was over-appreciative towards everything. Your senses soared to the skies and slapped the seagulls by their scapulars. Sights and sounds. Taste and thoughts. I would look at drains with carpets of moss like it's an installation in an art museum. My eyes would dart around odd corners and strange sections. Songs would sing a sweeter symphony and murmur a more mesmerizing melody. Food tasted like your taste buds have scored a higher qualification in taste-ology. Your thoughts would race around like a cart in Rainbow Road in Mario Kart.

Yeah, being hypomanic feels pretty darned dandy. I don't really mind being in that state if it weren't for Sir Derpington and his darling dame, Depression, knocking on the door to complain about the noise. And instead of asking to tone it down, they called the cops and requested for me to be in a maximum security prison.

Anyway, that's pretty much what Hypomania is and how it felt like. Neat-o ay.

 Make sure that your wink doesn't look like a worrying seizure of a twitch. Til' next time. Toodly-doo doods.