You can make your self as confusing as you want to be, man. It is such a weird way to use up your time, though.
One way to find out who you are, is to give up trying. Don't analyze, don't compare, don't guess, try not to even observe yourself. When you're not thinking, only acting, you become what you really are. It's hard to know it, though, because as soon as you wonder about it, you stop just acting, and you start thinking again. You're a gear, full of gears, grinding against yourself, grinding against other selves, grinding against all other selves, and those selves grind against an entire planet, that grinds against the gravitational might of other gods of outer space, and we just whirl and grind against the whole continuum of time and possibility, and only have a bad time if we wonder about ways to stop the grind.