A Confession of Sorts: Some of the Most Embarrassing Things I’ve Thought About While in a State of Utter Mania
1. I was under the (apparently mistaken) impression that once I had experienced the unbelievable joy of feeling euphoria (it must be akin to taking Ecstasy although I sadly missed the whole rave concept), that I had enough experience and/or knowledge to quit my job and make a living from book sales of a self-help book I had yet to write. Needless to say, this did not work out as I had anticipated and I was back at my day job shortly after.
2. I thought an elderly Vampire was stalking me in order to reach my younger and let’s face it, hotter friends, in order that he might be able to either
a. suck their blood
b. convert one of us into a Vampire so that he could have a companion for death or
c. have wild, passionate sex with them in order to make me jealous and crazier.
Again, after two days of worrying about the stalking Vampire, I rejected the idea as a sign of a delusional mind.
3. Believing I had some sort of super-powers (aka, the ability to run at speeds of up to 70 mph), I attempted to jump out of a rapidly-moving station wagon onto the freeway. Thankfully, my Dad, who was driving the vehicle, stopped me from really testing this particular theory out. I guess I’ll never really know if this one is true.
4. Embarrassingly enough, I thought I was leading a revolution for an unknown cause. My co-conspirators were mostly writers (both living and dead) who had “inspired” my thinking to new levels of strangeness. Unfortunately, as none of the writers actually knew me or the details of the revolution, it was doomed to fail before it even started. I recommend that those of you who are in a similar situation to actually have a. a purpose for your revolution and b. know at least one of your co-conspirators.
5. I was given a shot of God knows what in a mental “facility” once in order to “calm me down” (make me fall asleep). Before the shot, I believed that the nice woman (the nurse) was going to kill me, perhaps for my failed revolutionary attempts. Thankfully, unless this is all just a strange dream, I woke up a few hours later and did not get killed.

