This is the 18th post in the Start-up Journey series, click here to read the first one.
It has been quite a while since I posted to this series, and I would imagine some of you have forgotten about it. To be honest, I have been waiting for something good to write about, but I decided to write anyway. Last we heard our “hero” was considering crossing the river to the dark side of town, where the “Get Rich Quick” gangs hang out, in an attempt to jump-start his venture…
Oh, I knew there were sharks in the water, but I swam over anyway. What an exciting, enlightening, multiple meeting, back slapping, fortune dangling… complete waste of time, money and resources.
Even though my partner Carmine reached out to them first, he quickly dismissed them as all being full of shit, but not me. I apparently had an unconscious need to move backwards. The GRQ guys all seem very similar… to begin with they are very nice guys, who all think they are smarter than you, or anybody else for that matter. The fact that they cannot build anything sustainable, which, in the scam business I can imagine is hard to do, actually illustrates just how oblivious they are. A smart person with a good sustainable idea, will not be able to maintain a GRQ guy’s focus if a slime ball with a sneaky idea shows up.
Interestingly, some of them actually have a conscience, have convinced themselves they are doing good, even speak of a higher moral ground their “life guru” instilled in them… oh wait a minute, we can make a couple of more dollars by screwing a new “partner”, no brainer. Maybe a feigned conscience is a sociopathic coping skill. The mission statement seems to be “We want to help as many people pay us too much money for useless information as fast as we can before the word gets out”. Ironically the GRQ guys have great references and testimonials! I guess for every 10 people who get taken and know it, there is at least one who wants to rationalize his being taken… easier than admitting you paid what? for what? to your friends who used to think you were smart.
Okay, this is starting to sound like someone who is bitter because he was unable to swim with the sharks and keep up… probably, but that chunk bitten out of my ass will heal. The Sharks swim on, they have to, we all know if a shark stops swimming he dies. I need to stop writing now as I have a compulsive desire to go wash my hands.
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