The "BRIDGE" between the 25 and 55-85
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Summary of Thread: Hi I'm an idea guy. I'm looking for a technical cofounder.
Do you realize how many of these we hear every day from friends, family, and random people in the cafeteria? You seem like a nice old gent, you might even be legit. Your idea might even be good. But obviously the generational gap you mentioned is working against you here. I'm tired and taking a break from work, so let me take 15 minutes to try and put things in perspective for you, and get some stuff off my chest at the same time:
You are looking for partners in a multimillion dollar venture in a forum full of ADHD-ridden 20-year-olds with superiority complexes who think they have more money than God because they outearn their parents. Your thread conveniently lingers right next to another thread that can best be described as pornographic. This forum is the gathering place for an industry full of self-described "marketers", many of whom are sleazeballs, fraudsters, scammers, or all 3. A large amount of people here don't hesitate to bend the law, their ethics and morals are much more warped than that of the mainstream population, and they are generally untrusting, for a fool and his money are easily parted. The population of the forum is reasonably wary of anyone approaching them with a "business opportunity" (such as yourself), for the industry, and the world we live in, are full of shit.
So here you come. You're an old dude in his 50's (So you say. But I'll be nice, I'll believe you just so that I can continue typing my thoughts). You lament that you've set the bar too low. You look around at your rich friends and the rich kids on TV, and greed starts to kick in. I'm not saying you're a bad person, we're all guilty of this one way or another. You say to yourself, "How hard could this be?". You have the money, the connections, you could make this internet thing work. All you need is a couple of these smart kids to work for you, a passable idea that you and your VC buddys can unload on an unsuspecting company, and you're set. Let's do this.
You search the internet high and low. Maybe you started by typing "how to make money online" in Google. I can only speculate where you've been and where your searches took you, but somehow you ended up at Wickedfire. And in this little cesspool of the internet, riddled with porn and lowlifes and drug-crazed moneymaking freewheelers, you decided to post your (supposedly) brilliant business plan that stands to earn us millions of dollars. Under the assumed name of "Dumbass" no less.
Can you blame us for being skeptical?
But let's forget all that. Let's assume this discussion isn't happening over an internet forum, but at the monthly family get-together. I am the 20-year old internet-marketer nephew with $20k a month rolling in, a pimped car, a hot girlfriend, and a nice brand new Rolex. You're my well-to-do Uncle and you come up to me, wanting to talk about this hot new business proposition.
Except you gotta wait in line. Because every single one of my family, friends, their family, their friends, and everyone in between, is coming up to me every day at every social gather I know of with "The Next Big Thing". All I have to do is sign away a significant portion of the equity of the company to them and their cohorts, slave away at the code for untold hours with no benefits, no guarantees, and something of an equal equity share as them, while they ride around town "making connections" and "doing business" over lattes and pheasant.
And this story repeats itself, over and over again, almost every single damn day of my life. And don't get me started on the recruiters.
So here is me: Great life. More money than god. Booze, girls, cars, guns, travel the world, work at what I want, party with my "business" fellows on occasion (coke and hookers in Vegas).
And here is what you want from me: Slavery to the code. No guarantees. Build something amazing from the ground, and then watch as everyone else takes "their fair slice". Leaving me with what? A raw fucking deal. Oh, and that's assuming you're not a scammer.
So there's the picture. I could give you advice, but that's not something you want or I think you'll take. So now that I've gotten all those thoughts out of my head and onto "paper", I'll be going back to my code, and I bid fare thee well
-t
Do you realize how many of these we hear every day from friends, family, and random people in the cafeteria? You seem like a nice old gent, you might even be legit. Your idea might even be good. But obviously the generational gap you mentioned is working against you here. I'm tired and taking a break from work, so let me take 15 minutes to try and put things in perspective for you, and get some stuff off my chest at the same time:
You are looking for partners in a multimillion dollar venture in a forum full of ADHD-ridden 20-year-olds with superiority complexes who think they have more money than God because they outearn their parents. Your thread conveniently lingers right next to another thread that can best be described as pornographic. This forum is the gathering place for an industry full of self-described "marketers", many of whom are sleazeballs, fraudsters, scammers, or all 3. A large amount of people here don't hesitate to bend the law, their ethics and morals are much more warped than that of the mainstream population, and they are generally untrusting, for a fool and his money are easily parted. The population of the forum is reasonably wary of anyone approaching them with a "business opportunity" (such as yourself), for the industry, and the world we live in, are full of shit.
So here you come. You're an old dude in his 50's (So you say. But I'll be nice, I'll believe you just so that I can continue typing my thoughts). You lament that you've set the bar too low. You look around at your rich friends and the rich kids on TV, and greed starts to kick in. I'm not saying you're a bad person, we're all guilty of this one way or another. You say to yourself, "How hard could this be?". You have the money, the connections, you could make this internet thing work. All you need is a couple of these smart kids to work for you, a passable idea that you and your VC buddys can unload on an unsuspecting company, and you're set. Let's do this.
You search the internet high and low. Maybe you started by typing "how to make money online" in Google. I can only speculate where you've been and where your searches took you, but somehow you ended up at Wickedfire. And in this little cesspool of the internet, riddled with porn and lowlifes and drug-crazed moneymaking freewheelers, you decided to post your (supposedly) brilliant business plan that stands to earn us millions of dollars. Under the assumed name of "Dumbass" no less.
Can you blame us for being skeptical?
But let's forget all that. Let's assume this discussion isn't happening over an internet forum, but at the monthly family get-together. I am the 20-year old internet-marketer nephew with $20k a month rolling in, a pimped car, a hot girlfriend, and a nice brand new Rolex. You're my well-to-do Uncle and you come up to me, wanting to talk about this hot new business proposition.
Except you gotta wait in line. Because every single one of my family, friends, their family, their friends, and everyone in between, is coming up to me every day at every social gather I know of with "The Next Big Thing". All I have to do is sign away a significant portion of the equity of the company to them and their cohorts, slave away at the code for untold hours with no benefits, no guarantees, and something of an equal equity share as them, while they ride around town "making connections" and "doing business" over lattes and pheasant.
And this story repeats itself, over and over again, almost every single damn day of my life. And don't get me started on the recruiters.
So here is me: Great life. More money than god. Booze, girls, cars, guns, travel the world, work at what I want, party with my "business" fellows on occasion (coke and hookers in Vegas).
And here is what you want from me: Slavery to the code. No guarantees. Build something amazing from the ground, and then watch as everyone else takes "their fair slice". Leaving me with what? A raw fucking deal. Oh, and that's assuming you're not a scammer.
So there's the picture. I could give you advice, but that's not something you want or I think you'll take. So now that I've gotten all those thoughts out of my head and onto "paper", I'll be going back to my code, and I bid fare thee well
-t
Summary of Thread: Hi I'm an idea guy. I'm looking for a technical cofounder.
Do you realize how many of these we hear every day from friends, family, and random people in the cafeteria? You seem like a nice old gent, you might even be legit. Your idea might even be good. But obviously the generational gap you mentioned is working against you here. I'm tired and taking a break from work, so let me take 15 minutes to try and put things in perspective for you, and get some stuff off my chest at the same time:
You are looking for partners in a multimillion dollar venture in a forum full of ADHD-ridden 20-year-olds with superiority complexes who think they have more money than God because they outearn their parents. Your thread conveniently lingers right next to another thread that can best be described as pornographic. This forum is the gathering place for an industry full of self-described "marketers", many of whom are sleazeballs, fraudsters, scammers, or all 3. A large amount of people here don't hesitate to bend the law, their ethics and morals are much more warped than that of the mainstream population, and they are generally untrusting, for a fool and his money are easily parted. The population of the forum is reasonably wary of anyone approaching them with a "business opportunity" (such as yourself), for the industry, and the world we live in, are full of shit.
So here you come. You're an old dude in his 50's (So you say. But I'll be nice, I'll believe you just so that I can continue typing my thoughts). You lament that you've set the bar too low. You look around at your rich friends and the rich kids on TV, and greed starts to kick in. I'm not saying you're a bad person, we're all guilty of this one way or another. You say to yourself, "How hard could this be?". You have the money, the connections, you could make this internet thing work. All you need is a couple of these smart kids to work for you, a passable idea that you and your VC buddys can unload on an unsuspecting company, and you're set. Let's do this.
You search the internet high and low. Maybe you started by typing "how to make money online" in Google. I can only speculate where you've been and where your searches took you, but somehow you ended up at Wickedfire. And in this little cesspool of the internet, riddled with porn and lowlifes and drug-crazed moneymaking freewheelers, you decided to post your (supposedly) brilliant business plan that stands to earn us millions of dollars. Under the assumed name of "Dumbass" no less.
Can you blame us for being skeptical?
But let's forget all that. Let's assume this discussion isn't happening over an internet forum, but at the monthly family get-together. I am the 20-year old internet-marketer nephew with $20k a month rolling in, a pimped car, a hot girlfriend, and a nice brand new Rolex. You're my well-to-do Uncle and you come up to me, wanting to talk about this hot new business proposition.
Except you gotta wait in line. Because every single one of my family, friends, their family, their friends, and everyone in between, is coming up to me every day at every social gather I know of with "The Next Big Thing". All I have to do is sign away a significant portion of the equity of the company to them and their cohorts, slave away at the code for untold hours with no benefits, no guarantees, and something of an equal equity share as them, while they ride around town "making connections" and "doing business" over lattes and pheasant.
And this story repeats itself, over and over again, almost every single damn day of my life. And don't get me started on the recruiters.
So here is me: Great life. More money than god. Booze, girls, cars, guns, travel the world, work at what I want, party with my "business" fellows on occasion (coke and hookers in Vegas).
And here is what you want from me: Slavery to the code. No guarantees. Build something amazing from the ground, and then watch as everyone else takes "their fair slice". Leaving me with what? A raw fucking deal. Oh, and that's assuming you're not a scammer.
So there's the picture. I could give you advice, but that's not something you want or I think you'll take. So now that I've gotten all those thoughts out of my head and onto "paper", I'll be going back to my code, and I bid fare thee well
-t
i have given out too much rep in the last 24 hours :/
Summary of Thread: Hi I'm an idea guy. I'm looking for a technical cofounder.
Do you realize how many of these we hear every day from friends, family, and random people in the cafeteria? You seem like a nice old gent, you might even be legit. Your idea might even be good. But obviously the generational gap you mentioned is working against you here. I'm tired and taking a break from work, so let me take 15 minutes to try and put things in perspective for you, and get some stuff off my chest at the same time:
You are looking for partners in a multimillion dollar venture in a forum full of ADHD-ridden 20-year-olds with superiority complexes who think they have more money than God because they outearn their parents. Your thread conveniently lingers right next to another thread that can best be described as pornographic. This forum is the gathering place for an industry full of self-described "marketers", many of whom are sleazeballs, fraudsters, scammers, or all 3. A large amount of people here don't hesitate to bend the law, their ethics and morals are much more warped than that of the mainstream population, and they are generally untrusting, for a fool and his money are easily parted. The population of the forum is reasonably wary of anyone approaching them with a "business opportunity" (such as yourself), for the industry, and the world we live in, are full of shit.
So here you come. You're an old dude in his 50's (So you say. But I'll be nice, I'll believe you just so that I can continue typing my thoughts). You lament that you've set the bar too low. You look around at your rich friends and the rich kids on TV, and greed starts to kick in. I'm not saying you're a bad person, we're all guilty of this one way or another. You say to yourself, "How hard could this be?". You have the money, the connections, you could make this internet thing work. All you need is a couple of these smart kids to work for you, a passable idea that you and your VC buddys can unload on an unsuspecting company, and you're set. Let's do this.
You search the internet high and low. Maybe you started by typing "how to make money online" in Google. I can only speculate where you've been and where your searches took you, but somehow you ended up at Wickedfire. And in this little cesspool of the internet, riddled with porn and lowlifes and drug-crazed moneymaking freewheelers, you decided to post your (supposedly) brilliant business plan that stands to earn us millions of dollars. Under the assumed name of "Dumbass" no less.
Can you blame us for being skeptical?
But let's forget all that. Let's assume this discussion isn't happening over an internet forum, but at the monthly family get-together. I am the 20-year old internet-marketer nephew with $20k a month rolling in, a pimped car, a hot girlfriend, and a nice brand new Rolex. You're my well-to-do Uncle and you come up to me, wanting to talk about this hot new business proposition.
Except you gotta wait in line. Because every single one of my family, friends, their family, their friends, and everyone in between, is coming up to me every day at every social gather I know of with "The Next Big Thing". All I have to do is sign away a significant portion of the equity of the company to them and their cohorts, slave away at the code for untold hours with no benefits, no guarantees, and something of an equal equity share as them, while they ride around town "making connections" and "doing business" over lattes and pheasant.
And this story repeats itself, over and over again, almost every single damn day of my life. And don't get me started on the recruiters.
So here is me: Great life. More money than god. Booze, girls, cars, guns, travel the world, work at what I want, party with my "business" fellows on occasion (coke and hookers in Vegas).
And here is what you want from me: Slavery to the code. No guarantees. Build something amazing from the ground, and then watch as everyone else takes "their fair slice". Leaving me with what? A raw fucking deal. Oh, and that's assuming you're not a scammer.
So there's the picture. I could give you advice, but that's not something you want or I think you'll take. So now that I've gotten all those thoughts out of my head and onto "paper", I'll be going back to my code, and I bid fare thee well
-t
Point taken. I earned well when I was 20 so I know what it feels like to be on top of the world. I know when I took summers off in Europe chasing tail that I was sacrificing my youth for enjoying life.
You sound like a smart guy. But unless you already have 10 million in the bank, you are not set. No one is set unless he has 10 million, at the bare minimum, that is true freedom.
I don't know how I ended up in this forum, honestly, but even if all your points are true, why not think bigger, much bigger....Just imagine what you could do with a pot of money to go big, and put give yourself some stock, a million shares, just for arguments sake. If said stock went to 10-20 dollars, wouldn't that set you a bit more free then you are now? You, meaning anyone reading who wants to think higher then a 500 k a year salary, which I have earned with hard work over the last 10 years. It is not real wealth, and the older you get, the more you may think that while you blew your parents away, your not really wealthy in the grand scheme of things.
I'm not the uncle at your barbeque that has a good idea. I'm getting there, with or without you or anyone else who says it cannot be done.
Youth, take that energy and multiply it with a small team of similarly minded, smart, and resourceful people.
PS I do not see this forum as a half empty glass fun of scalpers, I veiw it as a bunch of saavy, smart, already "getting it done" people, age is irrelevent although I am not that old, I'm the bridge, or the dumbass, depending on your perspective.
PM me you all and let's keep moving forward....