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the Wakefield Doctrine… “rather hear tales of our very own clark in Ft. Worth, in a convention center packed with scotts, rogers”

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine ( the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

….in response to the Progenitor rogers request to hear tales of my adventures in a convention center packed with scotts and rogers, it is effectively impossible to separate what I was thinking and what I was doing. Imagine having your own Morgan Freeman, walking behind you through the course of a day. To accurately portray the experience of a clark, our OPMF (our personal Morgan Freeman) would not simply describe what is happening but also the why (it is happening the way it is). This is, in fact, the nature of the worldview of a clark.

The first day started with a Keynote Speech by a leading expert in the field. The convention hall was across the street from the hotel, there were conventioneers aplenty, but there were not so many people that there was  a ‘constant crowd’ …no jostling elbows, long lines in the hotel lobby, long waits for elevators or sharing cabs. In fact, the physical scale of the convention center was so expansive, that at times it seems deserted! This first morning the crowd so moderate, that there were only 2 other people on the escalator going up to the main hall, where the Keynote Address was to be held. I turned to a young woman standing 2 steps below me and started with a little joke, like this: “this is the quietest big convention that I have ever been to”    and she smiled, laughed and agreed. The conversation continued as we walked around looking for the entrance to the hall. Small talk continued through the process of getting coffee, which is something I would ordinarily not do and on into the hall to an empty table. ( the arrangement at these affairs are often a giant hall filled with round tables with maybe 8 chairs at each.
(OPMF: our clark knows he needs to do something, feels lucky that he has a relatively isolated setting to ‘make his move’, i.e. the clever observation about how different this convention was from others. We should note that he uses this first observation to lead to his rogerian connective device, “not at all like the convention last year in Dallas”  This is the Wakefield Doctrine working! Our clark knows that rogers will always find a way to identify themselves with the largest level of the herd, in this case, the herd that attends real estate conventions. This simple statement, “…not like at the Five Star Convention last year” serves this purpose.)

It is important to remind our scottian and rogerian Readers: for a clark there is very, very little distinction between the world inside and the world ‘out there’, aka the real world. Today’s Post is an honest accounting of my experience.  While our rogerian colleague asks for the real, the personal, what ‘actually it felt like’…what it actually felt like was:

  • fear of not being able to step beyond the observer role
  • resignation to the reality that, as I see (other) people as ‘them’, there is and always will be an emotional gap
  • annoyance at the recognition of the fact that while, as a clark, I am capable of enduring incredible ‘bad things’ for the sake of a goal, I am (almost) totally incapable of recognizing, accepting and benefitting from success

I went to this convention with the goal of seeing how much I have changed as a result of  understanding the principles of the Wakefield Doctrine. I set before myself (and the Readers) a test, a task, a trial, the results of which would be a measure of the degree of change effected by the Doctrine. I went, I made small talk, I asked people for their names before they asked mine, I offered my business card and asked for theirs, I sat with a stranger at an empty table without it having to look like an accident. In short, I had an experience much as did everyone else there in Ft Worth Texas.

(however), as a clark, I did not feel like a roger, although I recognized my scottian aspect at times, I kept looking for the groups of people with whom I could forcibly mingle with ( omg! only a frickin clark would come up with the concept! forcible mingling.. “Officer thank god you got here in time!! he was so well dressed and seemed nice, but then he started to mingle, I swear I did nothing to encourage him!“).
As a clark, I can see how the manner in which I relate this experience as coming off as being ‘cut and dry’ and impersonal.

But the experience last week,  was, in fact, both…I felt good when I talked to strangers…but this good feeling was as much centered on my going through with the ‘experiment’,  as it was about that (particular) person, that (particular) conversation, that (individual) interaction.

At the moment I have a feeling of accomplishing something impressive. It is a positive feeling, it is a good feeling, unfortunately, as our clarklike Readers will know,  I am uncomfortable telling people how well I did, or how proud I am of this process. And this is probably the worst thing about the worldview of a clark… (my) tendency is to pass all of what happened off to the Doctrine, or to the ‘live experiment’, to do anything rather than accept that I have changed and grown and improved.

(…hey Mr B. yo!  get out of the janitor’s closet and get us some fine Wednesday music you old relic bastard you)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5ZsKdmCIVY

 

 

 

 

 

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

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  1. RCoyne RCoyne says:

    See? Now there it is. The damned doctrine works, and your lucid description of your perspective on going to conventions illustrates it nicely. Well done.
    Among the readers. the clarks would be thinking ‘ damn, I’m not the only one who purposely puts themselves through ordeals’, the rogers are all ‘ see? You go, girl, we knew you could do it’, and the scotts want to know how many scalps you brought back.

  2. clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

    well as with any foreign language, I will accept (from) the natives that I am speaking the language correctly, although certainly not without an accent.

  3. Downspring#1 says:

    How clarklike an answer! (praise make clarks uncomfortable – the attention and all)
    In spite of the accent, the clark has indeed demonstrated for himself and us (readers) the undeniable efficacy of the Wakefield Doctrine.

    I happened to speak with clarkscottroger yesterday about that very same thing….yesterday at work (grocery store cashier) I suddenly found myself “dominating” a rather agressive scott who was in my line. As a clark, I am not inclined towards conflict or unpleasantness in general however, yesterday was a day in which my “practice” of the Doctrine principles came to fruition without my even trying!
    “Summoning” my scottian aspect in response to a very unpleasant, agressive/challenging and darn right scary woman, was automatic – much to my surprise and delight.
    Let’s see if I can be concise: issue with product, my acknowledgement of it, customer’s loud, scary statement concerning no signage etc. (her challenge) and my immediate response that I have to get a manager (sorry sister, you are not higher over me). Here’s the beauty part. I said very little but what I voiced was solid and unwavering. No smile, no niceties (no supplication). I made a statement with force and then waited. In silence. A rather long wait, in grocery store terms, ensued. Now here’s the best part. By the end of the order we were smiling and have a good daying each other as if no unpleasantness had ever taken place.
    Beautiful.

    Verbosity is reigning, so let me conclude by saying that a clark, armed with proper tone/command of voice; a particular look (straight into the “aggressor’s” eyeballs) and then, of all things, silence can handle any situation and achieve balance. The nastiness at the beginning of the order was nothing more than a scott deciding to get all aggressive on what might have been percieved as “prey”. No need for alarm! Just how it is in the jungle.
    Thanks Wakefield Doctrine:) Couldn’t have done it without you!

  4. Jennifer Wilson says:

    @Downspring #1: Harnessing your scottian aspect appears to becoming 2nd nature for you when the situation warrants it. Apparently the customer was a scott. Isn’t it just like a scott to try to ruffle some feathers in order to establish ranking? And the end result of mutual pleasantries? Sooo scottian. One of the aspects of the scotts.They get into a “fight” and in the next moment are “patting each other’s ass” so to speak. The initial unpleasantries or arguments do not last long.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      ….and the thing that we (clarks) have to keep in mind that this ‘feather ruffling’, ‘dominance-mounting behavior’ is totally nothing personal! We (clarks), not being scotts we do not see that and so when we get a scott under our heel, we either kill it or lose interest and wander off…
      Very good insight, Ms ‘KH

  5. Ever seen a concert at the Fort Worth Convention Center? I have. Many. The Eagles and The Who were standouts, and I was with two different (i’m guessing here) Clark females. Lots of head nodding. And not responding to my pointing out certain things about the show. However seeing Joe Walsh with the Eagles didn’t ruin my evening at all, in fact, it saved it. Love was in the air, on my right side. On my side, I just wanted to see the band. She bought the tix. I just went with her, she thought it was more – it wasn’t, a mistake on her part. Hey, she invited me. I just took her up on it. The other was, well, different, the Who was fairly good, tho I did miss Keith Moon greatly – but, I did have an interest in the Clark (maybe Scottian) female. She seemed more informed and showed interest in me and the show. So, we had a sparkling time. Though it was a fling, it was a good show, I got to see Pete Townsend jump. Better than David Lee Roth. Her name was Cheryl. Nice gal, we had a good time, but the acoustics there are fairly lousy. But, holding hands and kissing was fun. Not that I required that, but just an added perk for a good show. The Who? A Rogerian band. But, more so with Keith Moon, RIP.