Who Are You And What Have You Done With My Identity?

So, I was reading tonite, and had an epiphany.The book is called, " I Was Told There'd Be Cake" by Sloane crosley.It's a book of witty, sarcastic essays about her life in many different stages. Any way, she was talking about her name defining her-well, sort of. Her mother named her after a character in a movie and she was trying to "find herself" through the character. She hoped she would find out the character did sometihng well or was strong or special and that was what she was supposed to be. This got me to thinking about what defines me . What makes me special. What makes me...me. I realized, I have no idea who I am. Well, Maybe a partial idea..but not enough to draw an outline.The list of what I DO know:
1. I'm a VERY loyal and extremely zealous partner.
2. I'm a mother and my child is going to be my good friend and probably my saving grace.
3.I'm silly because it's a source of happiness in a very ugly world sometimes.
4.I like to poke fun at things because it keeps me from being too serious and I don't want to find myself scowling all the time unaware of it.
5.Despite my outter layer of making fun of everything, I'm good. My heart is good. I have a love for everything and on some level everyone.
6.My mind is always buzzing- day dreaming. Not about magical fantasies. I daydream of scenarios. What i would do if... What i would say. I'm constantly having conversations in my brain. not sounding sane here.
7.I'm socially awkward. In highschool this was ok. I didn't have to say much and it was acceptable. Now, I am supposed to be a grown-up which means being social and aimiable. It will affect my family if I don't attempt to socialize. I'm not good at it and everyone notices.
8.Writing is my way of effectively communicating with people, albeit one-sided.
9.Average in looks and smarts and getting used to the idea.
10.Love to sing, but realize that most of the time, the voices I resemble are not voices I care for. Not cool.
11.A bit of a whack job. I have some OCD in me, sprinkled with an urge to control the things that happen, dosed with jealousy and vanity. Ok, so maybe vanity isn't the word. I find myself always scanning over photos and checking mirrors, not because I think so highly of myself certainly. More that I am hoping to make sense of my outward appearance. It's like looking at your face for awhile until it's out of focus and for a brief moment you seem different. Kind of similar to when you are talking or writing and you get to an otherwise normal word and for some unexplained reason it doesn't look or sound right. I guess in some ways, you are hoping that people see you differently that you see yourself.
12.I have a strict guideline of certain morales That I don't stray from- EVER. About these things, there are no gray areas.

Things I DON'T know:
1.What am I interested in? What do I reeeeally like?
2.What are my skills or potential skills?
3.What are my hobbies?
4.What am I becoming?
5.What is the core of me? Meaning, if EVERYTHING else fell apart, what would I be? What would remain?I know that these things are constantly changing through our lives and that it's normal to question identity. It's very frustrating though. When you reach these pondering moments in life it's like having alzheimers. You feel like these are things you are supposed to know, but can't seem to make sense of them or put them in their place. I think I need to work on creating my identity.