Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Time.
(Unh! Good god! What is it good for…)
New Readers? The Doctrine, (and its use and benefits), is available for anyone. After all, it’s not like a secret of the universe or nothin’ (Well, it could be argued… lol) Be that as it may, as an additional perspective, (as opposed to, say, ‘The Answer’ or anything suitable for a tattoo). the Wakefield Doctrine is available to all. Here in these posts, it’s our modest ambition to explain the principles effectively enough to make it available to all.
(Insider info: All one needs, as a minimum, is a significant secondary clarklike aspect. As to what that means, well you gotta read some of the this material. Jeez, this isn’t ‘Know yourself Kwik Kwiz’ in last five pages of your favorite checkout counter magazine, ya know?*)
Anyway, this post is kinda for clarks. But if you’re a scott or a roger and you have questions, cool. Ask away.
Those of us who’s predominant worldview is that of the Outsider (aka clarks) have a remarkable sense of time. At least in the sense of the practical value of the functioning of an alarm clock. Tell a clark, ‘Hey we gots maybe thirteen minutes for a break, don’t let us be late.’
We’re on it. Watch or phone?! We don’ need no… (for the old Readers).
But what prompts a full post on the topic is our sense and appreciation of both anticipatory time and ‘are we there yet time’.
Given how this post will draw clarks, we’ll leave the excessive illustration, demonstration and explanation to our more experienced Readers.
ProTip: so you’re out for an afternoon walk, yard chores or anything other activity you have identified in your life as being ‘good for you’. The timer calibrated from Start to ‘There-that-should-be-it” is not broken. No matter how often you look at it. (There’s surely a cool graphed curve for x:time in the ‘real’ world y: no way it’s only been four minutes and z: ok, that’ll work, no need to over do it.)
the other end of this chronic scale has to do with a clark’s remarkable lack of appreciation for larger scale time frames, i.e. ‘You’ve been at that job for how many years?!!” and “I don’t really know, it feels like I just started”.
Don’t forget! Tonight is Six Sentence Story bloghop opening. Be there or be square.
*magazines and hardcover publications, sorta the internet without an electric bill or ‘text message rates may apply’
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About clarkscottroger
I have (I’ve been told by those I love because if I didn’t love them, I’d probably growl at them) a highly refined obsession with time (and I suspect that I was born this way because punctuality has always been a non-negotiable for me. Nobody is so important that a person should wait for them. Anyway … Every clock in this house must be precisely aligned (although I’ll overlook a few seconds). The gods blessed me with the revelation of the atomic clock which syncs with something in London and another something that syncs with the universal time (digitally speaking). Each once in a while, the wall clock in the kitchen spinning wildly like a fly on its back dying, and resets right down the precise second. It makes me feel all warm and tingly. And embarrassed that time can make me smile. I mean, at my age I should know that it’s working against me, not with me.
And, no, I have no questions.
love clocks… despite how wildly (and amusingly) different in design and manifestation, the are the most accessible manifestation of how two things can share a soul.
My Sweetie will ask me all the time, how long have you worked for this client? and I have no clue except for a couple of them, and then only because it was from BF (Before the Flood, the Great Flood of 2016).
ikr, I am not only surprised (and, somehow, impressed the reported tenure of friends at a given employment) but I’m almost always wrong on my first guess in my own job history (I don’t have trouble with start dates but am totally incompetent when doing the math for ‘this many years)