Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
sorry about the missed Doctrine post last Monday (and an unsteady beginning to the Week of Snow).
As we all know, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, (with an option on Friday), are days we write about the Wakefield Doctrine. Thursday, (with an option on Friday), are for our stories in the Six Sentence Story format.
We are very fortunate to have Readers who are also students of the Wakefield Doctrine. And their Comments, invaluable inspiration for these ‘What is this Doctrine’ type post, are very appreciated.
This week we have a Comment from Mimi that effectively jumpstarts our first Doctrine post of the week. Misky, Denise and Cynthia are among the others who we count on to express their reactions, responses, interpretations and general feedback,
So, last Friday, in a Comment on a Doctrine post (sub)titled: ‘Leftovers, Binyons‘ Mimi, she be sayin
Assuming you know what others are thinking is natural when almost all you do is think!
Yes. And what this observation does is serve to remind us that, by virtue of the fact that everyone exists in one of three personal realities, it would behoove us to not assume the other person is experiencing the given situation the same as do we.
Continuing with this thought* it is evident, by our own correspondent’s admission to being a clark1 she could accept the idea that the other person might (mostly likely) be a scott or a roger.
So, back to the original Post, Amy would do well, upon realization that she was dealing with either a scott or a roger, to set aside her expectations for being understood and, instead make an effort to translate what the other person is saying, in the language-mode of their predominant worldview.
Lots of opportunity to reduce stress (for clarks), enhance one’s enjoyment of the moment (for scotts) and feel more confident (as a roger always seeks to do).
That should get us started on the week.
Remember: do not assume, despite being in a direct interaction…in the same damn room! that the other person is having the same experience as you.
Program Notes: No, there are not three alien worlds competing for our attention. There is the common world of everyday reality. It is only on a small, but still significant lever that we experience the world as a clark or a scott or a roger.
*see??! See?? lol
- clarks think, scotts act and rogers feel
About clarkscottroger
Water is to life as thinking is to Clarks. It’s what makes us “go”. 😂
well said!
Reducing stress sounds great.
this is true (and so damn tricky to achieve, at least on a consistent basis)
This is true: “do not assume …that the other person is having the same experience as you.”
This morning I was watching the fattest pigeon I’ve ever seen sitting in the birdbath, blessing the water with its stillness, and I said to my husband (who’s a Roger btw), “I’m naming that pigeon Pope Clement IV,” to which he said, “Huh? Who?” — so I continued to explain that he was referred to as “Guido il Grosso” by the faithful (and then I burst into laughter). Well, I thought it was funny.
ok… not strict Doctrine, the Everything Rule notwithstanding, scotts tend to be the better joke teller of the three… clarks (or, at least yours truly) are pretty not-good at it.
your joke triggered a memory of an old joke involving a Pope. (just because we can’t tell a joke doesn’t mean we don’t remember them real good)…
so courtesy of the comedy team of Cut ‘n Paste, we offer:
Dave was bragging to his boss one day, “You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them.”
Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, “OK, Dave, how about Tom Cruise?”
“No dramas boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it.” So Dave and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise’s door, and Tom Cruise shouts,
“Dave! What’s happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!”
Although impressed, Dave’s boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise’s house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.
“No, no, just name anyone else,” Dave says.
“President Obama,” his boss quickly retorts.
“Yup,” Dave says, “Old buddies, let’s fly out to Washington,” and off they go.
At the White House, Obama spots Dave on the tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, “Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let’s have a beer first and catch up.”
Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again implores him to name anyone else.
“Pope Francis,” his boss replies.
“Sure!” says Dave. “I’ve known the Pope for years.” So off they fly to Rome.
Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican’s St. Peter’s Square when Dave says, “This will never work. I can’t catch the Pope’s eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I’ll come out on the balcony with the Pope.” He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.
Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.
Making his way to his boss’ side, Dave asks him, “What happened?”
His boss looks up and says, “It was the final straw… you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, ‘Who the fuck is that on the balcony with Dave?’
Hahahaha! That’s is hilarious
I just read this to my husband; he chuckled lightly; I’m bent over laughing again.
“What is this, an oil painting?”
bar rum bump