Unlike hyperthymic comrades, whose mood and activity, as in a pool with a displaced center of gravity, are shifted towards “+”, these guys and girls have two toggle switch positions: “sucks” and “awesome”. And everything begins with an unsuspecting teenager more often with a click in the direction of “sucks”. And again, more often during puberty, which to some extent refutes the popular opinion that everything is from the nerves, that is, from the head. No, dear electorate, something from hormones, that is… well, okay.

So, between the two poles of mood and, accordingly, well-being, the life of a cyclothymic takes place: achievements, educational and labor feats, success with the opposite sex, communication and companies, drinking under the mood and other benefits of life in the hypomanic — awesome phase and, accordingly, skipping classes, bananas and retakes, scolding at work, fierce hatred for his reflection in the mirror, the desire to be alone, the attitude to sex as a burdensome misunderstanding, coupled with a complete lack of visible prospects, even if they will lie yawning under their noses-in a fig-subdepressive one. By the way, in the latter, attempts to interrupt their mortal existence are not excluded. Moreover, the attempts are not of those that are made before the girls who turn pale and fall into an erotic swoon or their beloved, but unreasonably callous parents-they say, here you all are! These are made precisely out of seeming hopelessness and for exactly the same purpose. Fortunately, most often a wearily swearing guardian angel intervenes in time, and everything ends with a couple of scars, an upset stomach and a visit to a psychiatrist. Also, by the way, it does not have fatal consequences and organizational conclusions. An interesting observation: troubles in the fig-subdepressive phase pursue such a person with enviable constancy: not only does the poor guy pay great attention to them in his current state, he also gives up, receiving a completely fair and therefore even more tangible stick from the authorities or teachers, perceiving it not as a healing enema, but as another abuse in a particularly perverted form, which gives the poor Ia an even greater shade of world sorrow in his eyes.

The toggle switch does not click often — just once every two or three weeks, which distinguishes a cycloid accentuant from a labile one. By the way, the toggle switch can also click very rarely — for example, once a year. And between the extreme positions, there may be a completely normal and unremarkable state in all respects. Yes, here’s another thing: this type should get acquainted with the opposite sex in a hypomanic-awesome phase, break up — in a fig-subdepressive one. And do not confuse it!