One of my daughters observed that everyone she knew had at least two personalities except for me. I only had one. She saw this as a limitation, like a broken leg, and she was right.
Some of my family, for example, have second personalities reserved for social occasions. In society they bubble with enthusiasm, laugh hard at weak jokes and smile like "My Last Duchess."
I can barely manage a single dour face.
Why does this matter? Humans have become the dominant mammal on Earth for several reasons, but one major reason is our skills in socializing. We can work together. Even I managed to serve in an army.
It takes a patient tribe to raise and educate human children. We had to become extra-social.
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