It talks back to me: “sorry, the user name or password is wrong.” The computerized message then offers me the option of changing the password, leaving me to have yet another password to remember in place of the one I just forgot. What genius figured out that if I can’t remember the password I already have I’ll surely remember its replacement? I tremble and quake at the thought of being asked for my password for anything. What if I can’t remember? What if I say the wrong one? What if I’m not who I think I am?
Does the government have a secret list of Password Irresponsible People known in the trade as “PIPs?” If they do I am surely on it. At the head of the list, in fact.
The computer insists on requiring passwords for everything signed into. And the pundits warn not to use the same password for everything requiring a password. That means one password for the computer, one for my account on the computer. Another password for the iphone and yet another for the phone company. That is, one for the phone company if you call with a question, and another if you have an on line question. What do they do when they receive snail mail?
From the the day I bought my computer my password list grew longer than the number of people in my phone book. Even longer than the space allotted for names starting with “s.” I’m not happy with the realization that I now have more passwords than friends. Even more passwords than relatives. As for friendly relatives the numbers are even more frightening.
Will the experts please hurry with eye ball recognition technology and eliminate the use of passwords completely? What a joy it will be on that happy day, when my password book and overworked memory will have a rest.