I was at my sisters wedding, it was at a ranch, so there was stuff going on all around the big house outside. I decided to mix mass quantities of alcohol and marijuana into the mix.

I was the only one out of like 80 people to bring weed, everybody else was pretty conservative. I was able to find 10 more people to smoke with me including the band they paid lots of money to be there.

My energy and drugs were causing others to get more crazy too. People knew what was going on, but nobody would stop me, I had just gotten out of the army where I was a paratrooper and everyone was afraid of me.

One of the people I got stoned, was the ranch foreman, he crashed the tractor into a parked car trying to use it to pull out another car that was stuck on the road I had decided to 4 wheel thru and destroy earlier.

I really only remember bits and pieces, I was on no medication and so very unstable.

Me and possible a few other people decided to leave at 2am to get more beer, we drank all of it.

I crashed my asshole step-dads truck in to the side of a gas station, went in to buy beer, they wouldn't sell it after midnight (stupid Texas), i tried to fight the attendent when I heard a very pissed off "stopped right there"

I had failed to notice upon crashing in the Texas State Trooper cars parked outside, they were in the restauraunt watching me.

I spent the rest of the morning singing and going crazy and bashing my head in to the bars before they took me to a judge who I accused of being a "pawn in the Zionist's game" he had me put in a hospital, but they let me go a few hours later.

Many people in my family dissowned me, but it was all the people in my family I didn't like anyway. Ruining my sisters wedding might be why she will not talk to me.

Well, strange thing is I am a very clean cut, college graduate, successful person with a good job. The lithium carbonate helps a lot.

got married I hate to say :(

Whoa, Bada Bing!

Mine have been more HUGE credit card spending and loans .. terrible for quite some time after... that must have been some wedding Juice hehee!

That's rough, nobody. :(

I can relate Nobody666, BTW what does CL mean?

been delusional & psychotic & made dreadful, if absurd, allegations about certain people's supernatural powers & stuff about men I won't repeat. The aftermath was excrutiating so I'll count that as the 'worst'

typo...about me, not about men :P

Some of the "worst" things I've ever done simply involve letting others down by starting Very grandiose projects while hypomanic, then going manic and crashing within a few months and not finishing what people really believed I could do. Those hurt to remember.

But one Very inappropriate and potentially hazardous experience for Me was in recent years, haha - I went to visit a "new friend" in another state - took a bus, wore wedding attire and told everyone on the bus I was going to get married, which was Completely false - then along the way I met a homeless man on said bus, and ended up with him at a shelter in Illinois instead, smile. All this while on a 2-week vacation from work.

(that's a "safe" story)

Got absolutely trashed on alcohol and marijuana one night and took my bosses car for a drive. Didn't have a driver's licence but my girlfriend at the time did and agreed it was a good time for a driving lesson. We drove for about four hours and it got to the stage where I was so badly smashed that I knew I had to stop. So we pulled up to the side of the road. About a minute later a cop car pulled up behind us. The cop gave us a rough time but since he hadn't actually seen me drive the car, there was nothing he could do. Made my girlfriend get into the driver seat and drive us home.

God! Thirty seconds later and I would be dog meat. Jail time. And I'd probably be married to a 300 lb tattooed biker named Butch.

CL is community leader.. keeps us in line on the board.. smile

LOL I could take up pages but am with Tim on the married thing tho part of the reason I married him was huge amounts of guilt first and manic stupidity second, um everytime I got itchy hapy feet and uprooted self (and later the kids) and moved - will not say how many states I lived in - some where necessary moves for our safety some were not, beating up countless women in way too many bars - some deserved it more than enough of them tho did not, need I go on and them the pretty tame shit

Going into a store and after talking to the clerk for a little while showing him my boobs. That was before meds.

I have so many more stories than I would ever wish to air on this board, aiiie. x

ditto lou.

I already mentioned on one other post that I went to jail while manic, but don't really feel like reliving the story at the moment.

Other stuff, I'll keep to myself.

I would like to say one thing: I got married while hypomanic - and I don't regret it for one second. We are still married and he is the greatest man for me.