On a good weekend, I am a Zen Archer. "Dungeons and Dragons" (Pathfinder, actually). That's right, role playing games. Some families play Monopoly. At Casa Crowndot, the whole family dons their imaginary personae, weapons, and feats, and move through a world full of creatures that want to take advantage of you, if not kill you.
Which is to say, it is not all that different from the rest of my life.
At work I frequently feel that I am playing a character who is not really me (and doing it rather clumsily). Since I lack the gene for telling consciousness to STFU and go with the flow, most social situations are like role playing to me (and I just rolled a one for sense motive).