Getting bent

“Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.” – Message on the marquee at Central Congregational Church, Madison, Ohio

Well, at least not permanently bent out of shape – I guess the goal of flexibility is to be able to spring back into good form no matter how often you get psychologically folded, spindled, mutilated or – like me yesterday -run over by a speeding semi called the business world. 

To explain in brief, I had another unfortunate encounter with a venture-capital firm that - despite some early assurances to the contrary – turned out, like all the others, to be looking only for technology-producing companies that will make $50 million in short order. 

So I feel not only pretty bent, but also deeply imprinted with tire tracks. If I were Wile E. Coyote, I’d simply peel myself off the pavement and - pop! – be fully recovered by the next frame. (And the Acme Investor Prod I’d purchase next would undoubtedly misfire and flash-roast me into stick of pure charcoal. Sic transit cartoon Sisyphus).

Entrepreneurship is Sisyphean enough without the self-immolating gadgets. So I think, now that it’s very early Thursday morning, I’ll just go to bed. Maybe while I’m asleep there, I’ll make fifth-dimensional contact with a money person someplace who sees the value of a small creative start-up that could bring about good, big and profitable social change.

Or maybe the headboard will just fall over and squash me.