One minute you're riding an emotional rainbow generated by the laughter of unicorns that fart skittles and the next minute you fall straight into the pitch-black pits of depression where dementors feast on your soul only to be rescued a half hour later by Old Saint Nicholas brandishing a chimney bazooka that shoots confetti.
Normal Reaction: I JUST WON THE LOTTERY! I'M GOING TO DISNEYLAND!!!
Bipolar Reaction: I JUST WON THE LOTTERY! Now I'm going to go cry myself to sleep in a corner until death takes me...
