I’m acting healthier. I walk my ten thousand steps, I pass up my son’s offer of pink ice-cream-filled Oreos.

And yet, sometimes my Mood Panda drops to 3. I feel like I’m getting a preview of a dystopia worthy of a young-adult novel. When we all start extreme recording, we’ll all have to censor ourselves. We’ll all be as careful as politicians, knowing that we risk making our own version of Romney’s 47 percent remark. We’ll all have to worry more about hackers and Big Brother poaching our data. It will be a world with a lot less mystery, which might mean a lot less fun. How do you plan a surprise party when all your friends know exactly where you are at all times?

And yes, you’ll have a full record of life — but will it be the record of a lesser life? Because that’s the problem with reality — it’s not really life. Reality is messy, nuanced, repetitive, and dull.

Ref: The Overly Documented Life – Esquire (via Fresser)