This is our last short week for a while. There is a theme to the three posts this
week. All of them are about things that
we do intentionally that are in direct conflict with our own best
interests.
For example, lifelogging is one of those things I never
understood. Why would anyone interrupt
an experience that they are enjoying so that they can document it to look at
later? In one sense, there is a strange
logic to it. If you document it, you can
pretend to enjoy it over and over again – even if you didn’t have a chance to
fully enjoy it the first time. But the
truth is that you don’t need to document it to remember it. Imagination is a wonderful thing. So the real reason is more likely to be to
share it on your social networks. The
objective isn’t to enjoy your life yourself, it is to brag about it to your
friends so they will all be jealous. As long as they feel worse than you, you
didn’t need to enjoy it the first time. Sad.
I have been impressed with the strength of the HF community’s
attention to the issue of cell phones and driver distraction. If not for us,
many people would still think that hands-free is the solution. But this study shows that the problem is even
worse that we realized. Just having a
phone in the vicinity distracts your attention.
We sacrifice the joy of whatever we are doing at the moment on the off
chance that some random acquaintance might be sending us a text message. As with the life logging, even minimal social
connection trumps everything else. Sad.
Then the last post is on commitment devices. These discourage us from doing things that we
know we shouldn’t but don’t have the willpower to stop ourselves. Smoking, eating unhealthful foods, skipping
exercise . . whatever. It is a shame
that we need to force ourselves to do what is in our own best interests. We have no willpower. To tie it back to the rest of the week, many
of these commitment devices use social shaming as the disincentive. If you are tempted by the negative behavior,
it tells all of your friends about it as a way to get you to stop. Sad.
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