The older I get the less I seem to remember. And yet, it seems there are more things to remember today than ever before.

Years ago, the standard questions on forms included your name, address, and telephone number (home & work.)  Some paperwork required your social security number and a driver's license. That was pretty much it. 

Today, additional questions include cell phone numbers and email addresses.  Well, that much I can handle.  It seems that my brain cells associated with this data are still functioning.  

It's remembering all those other things, like Usernames, ID's and Passwords that send me over the edge.  I'm constantly scattering papers all over the place in search of that valuable information. Where did I put that secret code?  What is the answer to my security question? What IS my security question?

These are important things that I'm supposed to remember. Or at least remember where I wrote them down. Because if I'm going to use this modern mode of communication, I should be prepared.     

Being a User used to refer to using drugs of some sort. Being a child of the sixties, you can imagine what I may have been a “user” of. 

Now the term User ID refers to the name you type into that diagonal box on your screen so that you can then get the next all important question:  What's your password?

Password.  Like saying please to an elderly relative so that she'll let you get pass by.   What's the password? my grandmother used to ask. 

But, at least, she was forgiving. If I didn't know it, she would let me by anyway.

Now, if I type in the wrong password three times, I get a threatening message and sometimes I'm locked out from that all important site and have to resort to making a phone call. Where I invariably get that annoying voicemail and have to try a few times to get someone who can remedy the situation.  Maybe.

And by then, half the time I've forgotten why I wanted to go there in the first place.

So, unless absolutely necessary I now use the same password for everything.  My computer techie tells me that is not a good thing.  And some sites won't allow it.  Some want six letters, five numbers, one capital, two symbols, and the world wide rights to my life story.  

No wonder I can't remember!

How about you?

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Janie Emaus believes that when the world is falling apart, we're just one laugh away from putting it together again.  She writes about how life is NOW compared to THEN, with her special blend of funny and sweet. She is the author of the time travel romance, Before the After, and the young adult novel, Mercury in Retro Love.  And she has an essay in the Best Selling humor anthology, You Have Lipstick On Your Teeth.  She is a staff writer at In The Powder Roomand blogs frequently for The Huffington Post. She is proud to be named a 2013 BlogHer Voice of the Year. To learn more about Janie visit her blog and her website