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

Allow us too continue on the theme: Aging and It’s Effects on Secondary and Tertiary Aspects

…where were we?

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{Hey! Is it just us or are there days when you sit at the keyboard and get all Franz Liszt on the keyboard? Not about the content, what you’re writing, just the translation from thought-to-fingers-to-keys-to-LED-wordage. And, yet on other days, it’s “hmm… can I throw those cuticled-sausages at that plastic rectangle and make words appear?” Funny

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..(BONUS).personality types, (INSERT) insights into behavior (TODAY)and a little backstory (ONLY!)for good measure! the Wakefield Doctrine

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine ( the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers ).In a recent Video Friday Interview, when asked what changes or additions might improve the blog, Claire Peeksuggested  providing insight into the ‘why of the Wakefield Doctrine’. (As Claire put it  “…A new Reader might find interesting how the Doctrine was born but especially why….”  )

Far be it from us to shy away from a difficult task, in this case it is not so much a matter of the (historical) record of how the Wakefield Doctrine came to be, but rather the personal side of that creation/evolution/development. That is the challenge for today.

Easy part first!  The ‘Eureka Moment of the  Wakefield Doctrine ( nee the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers ):

In the early 1980’s, Scott (the progenitor scott) worked at a music store in Pawtucket. He was the main salesman and also ran the repair department (of the store), this included not only repairing musical instruments and equipment that he sold, but any equipment that might be in need of repair, including various types of tape recorders and other similar equipment.

One day I happened to stop by the store to visit scott while he worked. While there, a customer came into the store, went to the ‘repair department where scott and I were talking and presented to scott what was known as a  ‘duel cassette recorder’  (This device had the capacity to record two cassette cartridges at once and was most often used to copy the contents of one cassette to another cassette, what we would call today, making a back up. Among the controls on this ‘dubbing recorder’ were two of all the normal tape recorder controls: volume, treble and bass. Where it was different from a single cassette recorder was that it had a Master Volume control dial, which, as the name implies controlled the overall sound output of the device.) The recorder that the customer placed on the counter appeared to be new and had no signs of damage or abuse. (As the customer approached the counter, I stepped back and Scott looked up and said, ‘What can we do for you’?   The customer said to  Scott, “this thing is brand new, it worked for a couple of days, then it stopped working entirely, I can’t figure out what is wrong”.

Scott looked at the recorder briefly, without saying a word and then reached under the counter and brought out some (black) electrical tape, and tearing off a 2 inch piece of tape, taped over the Master Volume control (after returning the dial to it’s highest setting). After completing this, scott slid the device back over towards the customer and simply said, “ There, its all right now”

The customer asked to plug in the recorder, took a cassette from his pocket, tried the recorder, ran it through it’s paces; seeing that the broken tape recorder that he brought into the store now worked like new  thanked scott and walked out of the store without another word. A totally satisfied customer.

From my perspective the world shifted. For reasons not clear to this day, I not only saw what scott had seen (the nature of the equipment problem) but I saw that his solution implied a reality, a ‘context’ that was clearly different from the one that I assumed to be the same as everyone experienced.

That is the factual side of the creation of the Wakefield Doctrine. The personal side?

I had plenty of friends. Or more to the fact, I had a close circle of friends that I seemed to have acquired rather deliberately.  Sometimes, when I hear or read about people expressing anxiety about making new friends in a new school or a changed job, I will laugh to myself. I still find (in the fact of) my own comfort that this thing that real people seem to worry about, (i.e.making friends) is really so not difficult while at the same time/all the time, I feel so isolated from people in general. And the irony of this is not wasted on me! I accept now (as I did back then)  that this is just another aspect to the weird world that I inhabit.
In any event, back to the ‘personal side of the creation of the Wakefield Doctrine, I knew back then that I had two things I could count on: having a small circle of friends who ‘got me’ and living with a pervasive, never-ending sense of lacking something…  fitting in, being a part of, knowing what I was supposed to be doing in order to be like everyone else. Call it what you like, it is this certainty that ‘I am different from’ and  because ‘I am missing something’ that defines who I am and once I figure out what (or where) that missing thing is, I will no longer be different from everyone else.
I suspected then, (as I now know for certain) that the thing I needed to understand was right in front of me, but not having a clue as to what it was like, the only thing to do was try to watch everything.
Watching is not exactly synonymous with living, ( lol a joke for the clarks reading this) and so I would settle for watching as I knew that the life that I thought I was in was not really the ‘real life’ that everyone else seemed to be enjoying.
Finally, the moment described above, the scene in the music store. That I would make the leap from what I observed to what I knew, what I concluded (about reality and people) was nothing less than a total frickin gift… if I had a stronger rogerian aspect, I imagine I would go on at length about inspired insight, or serendipity but I do not have that strong a rogerian aspect. If the truth is not obvious, I have a strong (barely restrained) secondary scottian aspect. But that is a whole ‘nother Post.
So as the Lady once said, ‘that’s how it began’.

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The Wakefield Doctrine has 3 personality type categories: clarksscotts and rogers. You are mostly one (of these 3) but you still have the other 2 in background.
…and when we say personality types? what we mean is, “What kind of world do you walk out to every morning”?  Because this Doctrine is not about your likes and dislikes, favorite colors or foods, interests, hobbies, avocation or inspiration. It is about the nature of your reality.

Yes, you read that right. Reality. Each of the three types of personality in the Wakefield Doctrine experience a different reality. Nothing weird or earth-shakingly different. No crystals or herbs or inner vibrations required either. Just this:

  • clarks exist (in the world) as the perennial outsider. They are normal in every other respect, it’s just that they know that they don’t belong, they are not like other people. But, at the same time clarks are the quiet, creative, funny (except you have to really pay attention or you’ll miss their jokes), self-deprecating, hardworking people that are there all around you all this time;
  • scotts are so in your life (and you will get this description only if you are not a scott) but they are the natural leaders, natural salespeople, natural entertainers… you getting the theme here with this personality type? natural. scotts are the people who live life by the moment without restraint, consideration, forethought, it’s a wonder they live as long as they do
  • rogers (you know who you are, and right now you are denying it) rogers are the everyday, friendly, easy to talk to people that populate every workplace and classroom and corner bar. rogers will be the person you turn to when you have a secret and rogers will be the one you turn to when you want to learn the latest gossip, they are the engineers, the lawyers, the doctors and heart and soul of every PTA and neighborhood watch program in the world.

The Doctrine is different from all the other mainstream and respectable personality and self-improvement systems out there because we insist that it is not just you, it is the world itself that accounts for your life, it’s trials and tribulations, good times, bad times (we know you’ve had your share).
What sets us apart and the reason you should spend time here, is that the Wakefield Doctrine offers everyone a set of tools that is specifically meant for not only your personality type, but (these tools) are meant to work and be useful in the world that you are living in today!

*the ‘extra’ words in the Title today were supposed to look like they were ‘drawn’ over the original Title, you know…graffiti like   whatever

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Fraedae -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

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

A photo-prompt bloghop hosted by jenne and ceayr, it has the simplest of rules: keep it at (or under) 250 words.

Something a bit different. (shh, ceayr… I can hear your eyes rolling)…what follows is a continuation of a ‘Corn from a couple of weeks ago; ‘Friday‘ (which, in turn, was an effort to riff off of ceayr’s ‘Attack‘)

 

 

My car slid just enough to embed the tyre treads into the tide-compacted sand, just below the line of wave-tossed seaweed. While the safe house could be seen from the road, the exposed granite ledge shielded us from the occasional trophy wife’s morning walk. Favored as an exclusive enclave for the wealthy, it’s distaff constituency was resigned to accepting that form is function.

The girl sitting next to me was staring at her hands. She had been since I drove us away from the failed crime scene outside the Weekapaug Inn. Given the ferocity of the reverse-autopsy conducted by her father on her attacker, she had but a single chevron of dried blood on her right hand.

The Order of Lilith, to which I belong, is many things. A manifestation of the virtue of poverty and subsistence lifestyle is very definitely not among them. Devoted to maintaining the balance between the human race and the Adversary thereby allowing Man to realize his Original potential is our sole raison d’être. And that requires money.

“From the looks of those clouds on the eastern horizon, once the sun sets, it’s going to be a dark and…”

Interrupting myself, I recalled Brother Abbott saying in my recruiting interview, “Brother Anselm, of all the Gifts retained when we left the Garden, humor is surely the most questionable in terms of becoming the apex predator.”

The girl turned in her seat, raised a single finger, streaked with dried blood,

Please, don’t say it.”

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. We are currently holding Open Auditions for positions on the Board of Hostinae. The qualification for a seat on the Board are to be found among the Grat List here (and possibly on other’s TToTs)

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) [HypoGrat] Got a new phone. Dealing with Improvements (lol) Our Resident Expert on All Things HypGratuitous (motto: there-there-it’s-not-entirely-about-you) Mimi will be happy to esplain.

5) Watching an LPGA tournament last Sunday and hearing one of the announcers use a delightful idiom, “That just throws the cat among the pigeons”.

6) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Pick of the Week:  ‘Better Angels‘  by Liz H-H

7) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.  Ear of the Week:

8) Open Houses (as a location that both allows reflection (Hypo-Grat) while inspiring the narrative of a WIP story)

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

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

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

Hosted by Denise defined by it’s numerical eponymous title.

previously.

Prompt word:

AGENCY

“What an asshole.”

The tall, thin man sat, the music flooding the Café public spaces having chased him to the Manager’s office and accepted the fact he needed to take stock, not only of himself, but the new human-variable introduced to the Six Sentence Café & Bistro …but, mostly of himself.

He put his recent conversation with the young woman who showed up as unexpectedly as spray painted obscenities on a bus stop kiosk, on continuous playback; his assessment, free of the actual reality of their interaction, was constrained to the point of impotency, “What a thoroughly unlikeable young woman.”

Rosetta Storme initially fascinated the Proprietor, she was everything men dreamt of and women told themselves they knew better than; until, that is, he gave her an opportunity to speak freely.

“I don’t get how this place is supposed to be so fuckin’ special; if you ask me, it’s really kinda weird.”

Now, alone, the Proprietor took cold comfort in having access to certain, extra-legal agencies, willing for a certain fee, to exert any degree of behavioral modification he might desire; but mostly he was pissed that he actually did ask her.

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Ian Devereaux Six]

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

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

Hosted by Denise defined by it’s numerically eponymous title.

previously.

Prompt word:

AGENCY

” …left no good deed unpunished, no bad one unrewarded.”

Diane Tierney demonstrated a gift possessed by few women: she smiled seriously as I approached her hostess station.

“I once had a friend, we were waitressing at a supper club when I was still in school, who got it into her head to start a real estate agency just so she could name it ‘Really Realty’,” as she glanced to her upper left, recovering the memory, I found myself captivated by her necklace; a small ruby on a gold chain, ever-so-slightly cantilevered by her collar bones, my fear of looking up grew even as I continued in the opposite direction.

I felt her silence, transmuting into affectionate amusement, as my autonomic nervous system went all civil war on where to send the excess blood supply; gathering the tatters of my confidence, I looked up into her laughing eyes.

To illustrate her interpretation of Walter Maps’ oft-misconstrued aphorism, Diane handed me the brown-paper takeout bag.

“Be careful, Ian, our Ms. Storme is the soul of discord; you might do well to consider changing careers, selling houses has less potential for permanent physical and/or psychological disability.”

 

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