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

Friday: clarks hope, scotts can barely wait and rogers enter a state that is like, or similar to, or… you know, how back in the day and you were finishing your cereal, dutifully spooning out the last inch of milk, dotted with seven or eight Rice Krispies. While dredging the bottom of the bowl for the last of the granulated sugar that you so lavishly spread over the cereal, and (what made it a special breakfast) the sliced banana, you feel a slight resistance… throttling your growing hope, and with the expertise acquired through the course of your childhood years, you catch a slightly softened edge of something, still invisible at the bottom of the opaque white milk

…the surprise last slice of banana! No Necco wafer was ever so tender, no Vanilla Wafer quite so sweet. If there were moments of such unalloyed joy in childhood, how strained would Life be to surpass this. You could hardly wait.

… that’s rogers on a Friday morning, the weekend in sight.

…ok! Looks like’n we had an extra Bag of Ornate hidden behind that brown-cardboard box with the black stenciled ‘Purple Prose’  Caution!’ up on that closet shelf.

It is Friday. I am a clark. I shall exhibit un-warranted confidence.

Let’s look at our subtitle and see if we can’t get a short post with a catchy music video out of it. Without, that is, undoing too much of the probative good will I acquired after yesterday’s Six Sentence Story.

‘why most of us are more, like, ‘autocorrect’ than, say, ‘spellcheck’, came to me as I started to write this post because I start every post, (here at the Wakefield Doctrine), the same way: ‘Welcome to the….’

Thing is, after 2,193 posts, the WordPress app will complete the word as soon as I type the first letter. That, (for the purposes of this amusing insight). is autocorrect.

Not that autocorrect is, in of itself, a bad thing! It keeps us in our lane when we need to change the radio station or turn to glare a conversational emphasis at the person in the passenger seat. ‘AUtcroecft’, at its most benign is how we can play tennis, walk while engaged in lively conversation and remember where we left our car keys.

Castaneda wrote about routines. They are ways to organize our reality. Sometimes they are the result of being lazy, sometimes they are a manifestation of strength. Depends.

Speaking of god and car keys, let’s listen to Jules Winfield speak to the importance of how we relate ourselves to the world around us.

(Language Advisory) 

so lets wrap this up

The Wakefield Doctrine offers three perspectives on the world and the people who make it up. We are, all of us, living and acting in a style, a manner, and otherwise exhibiting a personality appropriate to the reality of:

• the Outsider(clarks) where one cloaks themselves in social obscurity, preferring the straightjacket of introversion over the shackles of imagined demands and expectations of the world, we mumble our words to allow the other person the freedom to misunderstand in a constructive way, our gift to the ‘real’ people who populate our world is to provide numerous ‘fill in the blank’ moments in our ongoing interactions
• the Predator(scotts) where you’d better pay attention to the immediate and the present or something, (or someone), is gonna get the drop on you. And though you don’t bind your own feet with fear, running at full speed all the time cuts down on the chances of going around the broken glass and other nature obstacles. All you ask is to be allowed to follow your instincts and act on your impulses. Though you don’t insist on being given a pass when you exceed the bounds of civilized behavior, you will sometimes, ask for ‘three steps;
• the Herd Member(rogers) the world is a provable equation and a quantifiable set of variables… hello, autocorrect, my old friend, let’s listen to that again!”

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