Why me?

I have a why me? syndrome going on right now. It's not the typical "why do I have this awful cold right now?" (although I would like to know the answer to that). It's more of a beat myself up why me thing. Like Why do I love organizing stuff so much and yet I am so unorganized? Why do I enjoy being an accountant and yet can't seem to get my own bills paid? Why do I get so mad when I am trying to turn into traffic and there is one lone car in the lane that I want to be in when there is a perfectly good lane next to him that he could move over in to let me in? I don't think that one actually needs an answer. Why do I hate getting dressed in the morning? Why do I hate going outside with my 2 year old when all I have to do is sit there and watch him play? (note: it WAS snow flurrying today. But of course 2 year olds don't care about that). Why do I procrastinate things that take 2 minutes? Why am I so lazy to walk an extra 10 steps to throw away the diaper instead of letting them accumulate on the changing table? Why do I hate water? Those, of course, are all the bad things. There is an equal amount of good things, I suppose. Why do I laugh at every Friends episode even though I have seen them all a million times? Why do I cry when my baby's going on a two day trip with the grandparents? Why do I check on him every night even if it's only been 15 minutes? Why do I love work so much that I do it even when I am not on my shift?

I often consider myself quirky and I am in some respects. Do all people think they are quirky in some respects? Because in my opinion, they are. Or do you think that some people are in total denial about their particular quirkiness?