And the password is…

…who knows! Honestly I couldn’t remember my password if my life depended on it. Which password you ask? To what? ANY of them. I have so many, its ridiculous. Imagine an old school custodian, (does anyone call them custodians anymore?) with a huge ring of keys that all look the same.
“Wait, wait a minute.” he mumbles, “I know I have it here somewhere.” he continues as he goes through the keys on the ring. I don’t think he ever finds it and neither do I. The only reason I remember my email address is because I use it all the time to retrieve my lost passwords. Every now and then I will put in the right password and I am stunned. I want to jump up and down and scream “I did it. I’m a genius!” Of course I don’t because besides looking like a complete idiot, I would confirm I was an idiot when I revealed my eureka moment was to remember my own password. Tell me I’m not alone.
Yes, just trying to write this blog I forgot my password. That is the real reason my blogging is so sporadic, I can’t remember my password. The silly thing is, the experts tell you not to use the same password for everything, but when you make up different passwords, you can’t gain access to your own life, because you forgot your password. I could type anything. I always think it’s a good idea at the time. “oh, I’ll never forget this one.” or “this is so outrageous, how could I forget.” I’ll tell you how, EASY.
Good thing that I was allowed to tell everyone my name and write it a few thousand times or I would have forgotten that too. No, I don’t want to hear that middle age is approaching. I know you forget your passwords. You can’t fool me. Well, unless you are a secure server that I am trying to access my own information on. Then maybe you can fool me. If you see me wandering the streets mumbling, “Wait, wait a minute.” you know I’m lost. Just give me a password.