Quite simply – I’ve forgotten the password; that secret combination of letters/ numbers creating the magic access key to launch me from my lovely bed.
There must be a password for this, because pretty much everything else we do in our lives requires one.
Think about it. There’s online banking, booking your dentist/doctor/hospital appointment, email, ordering bin bags or paying tax, shopping sites buying just about anything known to man, music, Twitter and Facebook accounts, photo platforms – assuming of course you remember the password to get into your laptop, phone or iPad in the first place. But don’t forget ATMs, door security pads, satellite and cable telly decoders, and those double annoying passwords you are forced to change every few weeks for added security.
I read somewhere we all need at least 20 passwords to access all the stuff we need to. Only 20? And the rest.
Then there’s that ‘password strength’ malarkey; mixing letters with numbers, upper case, lower case, and throw in a symbol or two. Far too much faffing about, and despite the threat from hackers most of us keep it simple with letters and numbers (plus pet names, birthdate, nicknames) because even then its still too complicated.
(And of course how many of us are stupid, and write them down? Shhh – I won’t tell.)
Forget trying to remember all the passwords I’ve set. I have forgotten how many I actually have. Password overload.
Passwords aren’t new. They’ve been used by the military since ancient times. But only in the past 20 years have they invaded every aspect of our lives leaving us powerless at their mercy.
You know the score; if you don’t know the password, you’re stuffed, and therein start the rigmarole of getting a new one. Ironically to retrieve your old one, you need to set a new one….to forget.
But ignore them at your peril. They are now precious entities in their own right. According to a survey by the University of London, one in ten people now leave their passwords in their wills to pass them on.