My name is Confusion

Story #1:

I woke up this morning and I realized that I was not me; not only was I not me, I was you and everyone was everyone –What do you think that means “someone everywhere is everyone” –I think I am schizophrenic or perhaps crazy, maybe both I guess they tend to go hand in hand, I think this because after I realized I was not me anymore it felt like my world imploded and I can’t even try to describe what that feels like; a glass being broken into a million little pieces, maybe that is as close as I can get, or even more than that, a glass broken into a million little pieces and then crushed and mushed altogether to be sorted out into something new –when I am you (I think to myself) who is thinking right now…can it be me or is it you and how do I know if I am not thinking, what if I am just hearing your thoughts ramble through your mind –or are you observing my mind while I am in yours –is that even possible –wait who is asking the questions me or you do we know who is who, It’s confusing and hurts whose ever brain this is; what is this feeling that I have, maybe it is anxiety or maybe nausea I guess they are easily confused…where am I, I mean where are “we” considering that I am no longer alone, I wonder if I should refer to me as we and us, instead, that way there is no exclusion on anyone’s part and no feelings get hurt, perhaps I will just let myself be in charge, I wonder if the other person, that thing, is a man or woman –would that mean that I would be bisexual, that is a funny thought even though I know the answer is wrong, it makes me nervous to think about another person in me or in my mind or me in theirs it makes me feel vulnerable, very vulnerable, I wonder if they can feel what I am feeling or if I am just feeling what they are –this confuses me, maybe I am confusion.