Weird, almost every BP I know has a high IQ, except for my dad, but that's just due to the years of alcohol abuse. And the more severe the BP, the more intelligent I find the individual. I thought most people knew BPers usually have high IQs. Guess not.
I've started this habit of staying up until 3:00 a.m. I think everything is more interesting at night. I get bored too, and started to pretend that mundane things were exciting, now I get excited all the time. I can even make myself believe that my pitiful, mediocre life is full of promising brilliant prospects every day. This is so much better than being bored and depressed and I love my almost constant hypomania. Of course, I generally don't tell people my fantasy, just include them in my life of daring possibilities. Use your gift of imagination to help yourself be as happy as possible. My friends love me when I'm like this. I started this new sort of mantra about my life of hyper activity during the day after I wake up, and daydreams that spark my creativity at night.
Boredom for me has always been the precursor of mania. Some get creative, others simply get crazy. I, unfortunately, am in the latter group. At first, creativity floods the mind, painting the drab grayness with sparkling hues. However, the disorder then begins to not only paint the world, but create it. And in my experience, this not-so-brave new world is anything but sane.
I'm bi-polar with a high IQ, in the first grade I had the vocabulary of a college student, by the 2nd grade I was already reading books meant for grownups (literary classics and anything about ancient history or art), at that same time I was put into my school's gifted program but even that made me feel restless and bored.
I was considered a child prodigy and gifted in a creative sense, I was bullied heavily in school because I couldn't relate to other children my age.
I've been interested in writing since I was a child, and recently I decided to channel my creative muses and as a result I've written three novels.
It's fascinating how many other bi-polar writers that are out there, I consider my bi-polar mind to be a gift, I'm not sure if I'd be as creative if I was "normal".
Personally speaking, I don't believe that it's boredom that makes bipolar people shine. I think that our gift is an itch that's never satisfied, and similarly, one that spreads uncontrollably. It spreads so much, and so uncontrollably that it's almost impossible to channel. Moreover, I think boredom would be better quantified as our enemy. I'm speaking of the type of boredom that inhibits productive behavior. Boredom that injects us with indecisive moods: "No, I don't wanna do that. Nope, don't feel like that. Nah, I'm not inspired by this", etc.. Combine that with a dash of ADD and you're screwed. I've got so many unfinished projects, many of which I believe could be "great works" but will most likely remain half assed, shelved efforts. That in itself is depressing but, do we stop? No way!
I too am bipolar and am currently not taking meds, nor have I been for 10 odd years now. I'm not bragging. I should definitely be on meds in my opinion. I also suffer from (or I should say, others suffer) OCD and ADD. Circumstances changed in my life . . . one thing lead to another and here I am . . . med-less. Anyway, I very rarely feel boredom but as well, I'm rarely inspired or motivated. I can count on both hands (with a few fingers to spare) how many times I wake up motivated or in a great mood. The problem is, when I do finally feel inspired, I feel inspired to do EVERYTHING at once. Writing music, cleaning the house, painting, fixing all the things that have been broken for months, taking my kids to the park . . . the list is endless. It never lasts longer than a few hours though and then it's gone for a few months.
Like many of you here, I thrive on the darkness of the evening. My mind wakes up when everyone goes to bed and I entertain myself with writing, recording (and writing) music, watching the odd T.V. series (all at once - i.e.: all seasons of Son's of Anarchy back to back) etc.. I learn how to use new software programs, and will fiddle with just about anything that can maintain my attention. I don't know what my I.Q. is and I guess I don't care to. Based on what I hear and read from other people, I'm guessing it's alright. I do take pride though in attempting to be well spoken, and somewhat logical about issues in life. The evening is the only time where the voices in my head speak in whispers. I also sleep very little and generally in spurts of a couple of hours. If I fall asleep watching T.V., it's usually for about 15 minutes until the sounds of the T.V. wakes me up. Then I'm good to go for at least another 6 hours.
I used to thrive on inspiration and be a walking poster child for motivation and inspirational (non-religious) related pep talks. Anything I put my mind to 100%, I would succeed at. I wanted to do everything, achieve many things, and always be busy however now, I'm feeling like an empty old beaten up tin can. If it were not for my daughter, I'd feel very little purpose to remain here. She needs me and looks up to me very much and she's my only bright light in my black world right now. I could have offered her so much more though, years ago. Today, I'm exhausted by everything. I'm tired of writing this post but feel the need to continue, as if maybe this time, something good will come of it. One thing I have not lost is hope. In fact, I'm retarded when it comes to having faith in all things. People included. No matter the amount I've been burned, I keep going back, keep believing.
My apologies for meandering on and on here. It wasn't my intention, but thank you, if you've managed to read this through.