These days, perplexing little passwords have to be attached to just about everything. Supposedly, they will keep us all safe from unwanted intruders and unscrupulous hackers.
Without the correct password, nobody can access my information–not even me. I have lost track of the amount of times that I could not get into my own files or programs, because I forgot the secret code.
Was this one 56 br*30+7 ~ …or…65br*30#?
No! Wait. I remember!
The last time that I couldn’t log on, I simply opted to change the password.
Yes. I wrote the new code on a napkin, but then….I accidentally threw it out?
The trash went out this morning. Too late. Frustration!
Tonight, I took a deep breath and bravely counted all of my current passwords.
Turns out, I have a grand total of 32. Each one is a 10 digit (or longer) random combination of capital letters, lower case letters, numbers, and special characters. As instructed, I did not use common names or familiar terms that I could easily recall, because then someone else might be able to remember it too. To make matters even worse, some of these passwords automatically expire after 30 days and have to be changed again (to further protect me from myself and others).
I admit it. My mind hurts.
Drowning in passwords and overwhelmed by technology, sometimes I just want to run away and leave all of my passwords far behind.