Really?! The joy of being misunderstood? Yes, bare with me for a second and just keep reading. Misunderstandings can be like sharing your home with a stranger: awkward, uncomfortable and frustrating. Even worse, when the stranger is supposed to be your best friend, parent or partner, and the intimate space is your relationship. No joy yet.
We are a social-network generation. When I was thirteen we had Bebo and MSN, then it all moved to Facebook. Now we have collectively entered the nascent Instagram era. While Instagram may seem like a picturesque, sepia-tinted way to document our lives, our growing fondness for the app arguably says some very disconcerting things about our 'sharing' habits.
This 'friendship paradox' was the surprising result of a 1991 study into the properties of social networks. Sociologists have since seen this in evidence in a wide variety of situations. On average, whether it's Facebook, Twitter or sexual partners your friends, followers or partners all have (or have had) more friends, followers or partners than you.
So there we all were, tucking in to a delicious roast beef, enjoying our Sunday lunch, discussing the terrible weather with my American friends. And as they started talking about American Football I went and spoiled it all by asking something stupid like "so what's your favourite Superbowl food? Is there a top 5?"