interesting/ frightening

I am still confused. Now matter how hard I try to sort out my blogs and my identity they become more and more confused. Who am I? Why is it so difficult to be one person. Is having multiple identities an illness?  The problem is I am not really any of them. I am above my body looking down on this person who can't sleep,  who wants to write, who wants to garden, to watch tv, to read. I am bored with reality. I can't be a mother or a granny.
  Maybe this is just an excuse so that I can excuse myself from the mundane.