Euphoria Before The Crash

I remember it was a Thursday and a Friday. It was 48 hours; maybe a bit more I felt I was on a plateau. I was not depressed, I was not manic, and I was like you. Maybe I was manic, but bearing some semblance of control. It occurred to me that taking acting classes and changing careers would be a great idea, as I was sure to be quite successful. Perhaps a career in stand-up comedy (I'm serious). My current career was going great and filled with a great future. OK I realize now I was manic, but it felt great, I was in control, and there was no hurt. I should have known better. I was headed for a crash, and it seems to me the better you feel, the more positive, bright and colorful the world seems the steeper the slide.