When I was a kid, the only thing I locked up was my bike. We didn’t even lock our back door. Nowadays, I feel locked out of my own life due to every aspect of it being password-protected. More often than not, I have to search for my credentials so I can order something online. Going to the store might be faster and more convenient. I understand the importance of cyber security, but sometimes the safety causes me insanity. For those of you who know me, I don’t need help in that department.
Each login suggests using different combinations of letters, numbers, and special characters. Sure, there are ways to record the information for each application, and they are supposed to be easy. Still, they are a pain in the ass, especially when they require two-factor authentication anyway. It’s similar to playing the memory card game in which identical images are matched; only now, I have to remember which code belongs to which site.
There’s also the time limit for how long specific credentials are honored. I don’t know about you, but I have a hard enough time remembering the first round, much less the replacement. Simplifying all of the login info into one consistent answer is as bad as no security at all, but it sure is tempting. Access to my life without having to prove that I’m human or provide the name of my first pet would be a dream come true.
The scariest part about a password-protected life is that despite keeping copious records, I still can’t get it right. Later in life, who will be able to help me? It’s actually humorous to think that a cyber hacker could unlock my life more easily than I could. Too bad my bike lock doesn’t work for everything!
