Month: May 2023 | the Wakefield Doctrine

Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 15, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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Not enough time this morning*

Here’s yer RePrint. Don’t say the Wakefield Doctrine never gave you anything,…

Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘enough about the weekend! there’s a work-week coming at us like a runaway train!’

November 9, 2015

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Good weekend. Got Chapter 4 of Blogdominion finished and published. Cynthia called in on Saturday Night. Wrote a TToT Post and washed the kitchen floor. Not bad as weekends go.

What might this have to do with the Wakefield Doctrine? To be more direct, ‘what does the above ‘list’ of weekend activities have to do with your reading, understanding, applying and enjoying the benefits of our little personality theory?’ Everything and nothing.

But, as Fritz Perls would tell us, lets start with a demand!*

…. ok! you’re back!

(running out of time!) so, the thing about not being cynical and such? …my reference to the poster that sold so many copies and the poster that would not sell that many copies, provides an illustration of what we mean by ‘personal reality,’ here at the Doctrine. We all, everyone of us, go through the day in a reality that is, to a certain degree, personal.

Example: you could have told the owner of the “…it’s beautiful” poster about the part of the quote that was left out, and it most likely would not have changed her feeling towards having the poster on her dorm room wall, (but doing so would, most likely, have changed your odds… unless you were a scott, in which case, if you were still there 2 minutes after your revelation (about the poster) your chances would, like, totally improved… but, if you were a scott, none of this would be going through your mind at the time, because…well, because you’re a scottand as the Wakefield Doctrine tells us, ‘scotts act‘ (and) ‘clarks think… rogers feel‘

Where the hell was I? personal reality! so these three worldviews that are at the center of the Wakefield Doctrine? personal realities, each and every one of them. and…real.

You want to know one of the cool differences between the Wakefield Doctrine and all those popular mainstream personality type systems? (yeah, besides the mountains of empirical data, documentation and clear writing style… thanks for reminding us, roger)… it’s this: imagine that you grew up in a world in which you were, somehow, an alien, an oddity…. they love you and care for you as part of the family, they even ignore the fact that you’re so different and pretend that you’re part of the family and not an Outsider. Well, you’re just learning to deal with the world (you’re 2 or 3 or 5 years old) and, no different from your brothers and sisters and classmates at the pre-early-child-daycare, you’re developing ways to get through your day, learning to deal with the world.

….you live in a world in which you’re the Outsider. Your strategies and style of interaction, i.e. your personality type is geared towards that kind of world, that reality.
You grow up to be a clark, (i.e. you mumble because you don’t want to be noticed, but you will not tolerate being ignored… you stay on the fringes of any group, but manage to be closest to whoever is the alpha, in case you need power… and you learn things, everything and anything, because you believe, (beyond doubt), that the reason the people in your life are accepting of each other is that they know something that you do not know)
…the same for the child finding herself in the world of Predator and Prey and the child who wakes up a Herd Member.

they’re all developing the perfectly appropriate social skills to get through life ‘in the world as they are experiencing it’ clark(Outsider), scott(Predator) and roger(Herd Member)

… that should get us started for the upcoming week!

*ha ha… old grad school joke. Well, not really a ‘grad school joke,’ as much as it’s a joke playing off a quote attributed to our favorite scottian pioneer in the field of modern psychology, Fritz Perls **

** Fritz is also responsible for one of the most enduringly hopeful sayings ever to grace a college coed’s dorm room wall… right next to the ‘hang in there, baby’ poster and just above the desk with the straw-wrapped bottles of rose (one with a candle stuck in the top, an offering to the god of sophomore romance) and one un-opened (in case the gods deign to answer aforementioned offering) and 2 macramé belts, which were the second things the current occupant purchased upon moving into college life as a Freshman…. anyway! the quote that was printed on the poster:

I do my thing and you do your thing.

I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
and you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I,
and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful

the actual, complete, quote:

I do my thing and you do your thing.

I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
and you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I,
and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful.
If not, it can’t be helped.

…and no! before you think it, I am not being curmudgeonly and cynical! (well, not too much), I use this ‘marketing-to-hopeful-kids correctness’ as an illustration of one of the really critical aspects of the Wakefield Doctrine. But, to hear the rest of my argument, lets go back to the beginning of today’s Post, ok?

*ProTip: for the three predominant worldviews of this here Doctrine here vis-à-vis time; sufficiency of:

clarks (Outsider) degenerate gambler
scotts (Predator) day-to-day, roll of bills in back pocket
rogers (Herd Member) ‘I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today’**

** One letter-grade extra credit for the old person who can source this quote (no, no googling)

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 14, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop.

This week, we provide photo-clues to the people, places and things that have caused us to feel gratacious.*

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Zombie Christmas Project Chapter: Ate (No, as a matter of fact, we have not given up on this yet…)

5) the paint-the-porch project (Warning! Strictly Filler Grat here. The picture? So that’s what imparts credibility to a: “I’m grateful for Ace (‘Ace-is-the-Place’) Hardware store” So, that all it takes to claim grat legit these days!!?

6) sure, why not? have you read any Wakefield Doctrine TToT lists before this?!? Hey! nearly genuine Grat: I remembered to take a Before photo of the paint-the-porch-aganza (funny how, as a clark, I rarely remember to document those of my efforts to alter the world.)

Before:

After:

7) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

8) something, something

9) weird-ass animal noises in the middle of the night… sounds like we have a family of jackalopes or chupacabra what moved in to our woods… like a feral cat on LSD. If we hadn’t already completed this week’s TToT we totally would have added: ‘Indoors’ (subset: walls and windows and doors that don’t open less’n you want them to.’)

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* not a ‘real’ word

music vids

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Fading-form Fridae -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 12, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge.

Hosted by jenne and ceayr the rules are nearly as simple (at the same time a bit more liberating) as those of the Six Sentence b’hop:

take the week’s photo as your prompt
write a story
do not exceed two hundred and fity words

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

Prompt photo:

The blue sky refuses to succor, it’s hue neither morning-hope nor nighttime’s-end,

I don’t have much time.

Distractions that were once a brand, (both in the 21st C marketing’s fashion and in the literal sense of belonging to), fall away like unruly children at a birthday party after the clown has left the room,

I don’t have much time.

Regrets and recriminations, disappointments and disillusion turn and look forward, deprived of their duty to inform me of the road ahead, deprived of appreciation, are but another unimportant detail to the view ahead,

I don’t have much time.

A lifetime of teachings, both false and harmful, true and harmless, do as little to help my decision-process as a deaf-mute studio audience in a cancelled sitcom, ratings and applause impotent,

I don’t have much time.

The scene remains unchanged, past becomes present, the future irrelevant; a torn fragment of something not as glorious, (and, surely welcomed), as Understanding and neither is it the slowly rising terror at nightmare’s endlessly dark opening door, (surely a relief),

I don’t have much time.

Nothing changes, everything is different; Life is endless and death a step on an endless staircase.

I don’t need anymore time.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Rue DeNite Six]

May 11, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, there is only one rule: use the prompt word and make the sentence count: Six

This week’s prompt word:

TRUCK

“Miz DeNite? Please follow me.”

The young man watched Rue, Rocco watched the young man and Rue DeNite smiled to herself, ‘All the world’s a stage and the dance is always for money;’ as if on cue, an armored trucked came to a stop on the far side of the glass wall that shielded the lobby from the ravenous Miami morning sun, ‘except when it’s not’.

The floor in front of the bank of elevators was marble and not drink-stained plywood, the interior lighting discreet rather than salacious; for her part, Rue wore a business suit by Chloé, carried an Epsom Kelly Sellier, the picture perfect wardrobe of a successful business woman had been waiting in her hotel suite; a chance brush against her thigh as Rocco stepped to the back of the elevator, pressing the clip of the garter belt she’d packed, brought back her conversation with the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club & Lounge.

“There won’t be nothin’ to it,” Lou was waiting in his booth as the last customer stepped out of the club, “go to Miami, convince them you’re my personal assistant and let them show you what they’re hiding…”

The look on Rue’s face prompted the club owner to elaborate, “Everybody’s hiding something, either their sins or their ambition and the funny thing, when the right person appears, they can’t resist bragging; this company, the Bernabau Company, is insisting on doing some business with my operation, fine, they’ll be expecting me to do due diligence, so help them believe you’re there to spy on ’em.”

Lou got up from the booth, “Hell, ain’t much different from your dancing, just pimp their imagination to your dance; do this for me and I’ll help you with that business on the Vineyard.”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 10, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, there is only one rule: use the prompt word and make the sentence count: Six

This week’s prompt word:

TRUCK

The sun, skulking through the stands of chestnut and birch since sunrise, gathered unnecessary strength, rose above the tree line and ate the scrawny shadows of the people walking along the dust-dry road. Being a Saturday morning in June, the company store played coercive host to the mountain families, down from their tar paper shacks that clutched at the steep side of numerous hollers fanning out from the small coal town.

“Decent folk,” the man, seven days late for a shave, spit on the ground, make-shift italics on the adjective, followed the trajectory of his saliva-and-hate projectile with the focus of a battle-weary sniper, “naturally know to keep to themselves.”

“But, Pa, he’s different,” his daughter, at the threshold of womanhood, heard the tremble in her voice and felt something powerful and undefined pull against the bonds of family; her submissive role at once comforting and yet, clutching the way the ground does at the edge of a swamp.

Hooking his thumb through the strap of his threadbare overalls like a soldier would the strap of his Enfield, stubbornness armoring his face even as a trill of something like fear feathered it’s way down his back, slowed his words, “You might think there’s only him and how it makes you feel, but family comes first and our family don’t have no truck with that Montague boy and his kin.

Loading the small wagon with the necessities of life on loan from the Company, the sun stared down on the town in soundless rage.