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

...out like a lion.

Wind is a funny thing. At the time of this typation, it is at elevated levels outside our window. Like naturally-hyperactive children, (you know, of the more benign ages of, say, fourth to sixth grade), it is rustling the pine forest around the house. Kinda cool, (stylistically and not termperaturistically), how, at this time of day, (before sunrise), the wind acquires the combined qualities of volition and location. You can hear it off in the distance, approach, only to veer away at the last second.

Totally kids. (Before they are fully assimilated by their respective,predominant worldviews.)

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‘and a thousand telephones, that will not ring’ the Wakefield Doctrine: the theory of personality predicated on three characteristic worldviews

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of personality that you get to enjoy with your friends and them, before it gets all famous and mainstreamy and everyone will know about it)

Question: If your husband is a roger and you are a clark, is it true that they never accept how much you have changed over the years, since you first met?
Answer: Too true1

(Welcome to ‘ya shoulda just asked Tuesday’! We will be presenting some common questions and the semi-comprehensive answers…along with a little commentary, mostly to let us get away with dividing the page into block quotes.’)

Question: My best friend is funny and fun to be with, but sometimes when we are around other people he gets like, mean even goes and picks on me. But this happens only with certain people, this big kid that (my friend) knows. What gives?

Answer: Chances are your friend is a scott and the person that, when they’re around, your friend starts acting mean?…well, that other person is a scott too, but they are what we call dominant (to your friend). So your friend, even though he is picking on you, doesn’t mean to hurt your friendship… it’s a pack2 thing, you know?
Answer: jeez, if you say so

(This question deals with the changing pack order (from the scottian perspective) and it’s effects on the behavior of a scott. Note: this question (and by implication, the experience cited), will most likely be posed by a clark. Do you know why that should be?)

Question: My fiancée and I are getting close to the Big Day. When we first got engaged, we both agreed to keep the ceremony and everything on the quiet, low-key side, but lately, ( the wedding is in 3 months), she has been talking more to her sisters and some of her old friends and it seems like the guest list is getting bigger and bigger. What gives?

Answer: She is probably a roger. Forget about changing her mind. It means a lot to her, in a way that you will never understand.  So relax! Sneak a couple of your friends that she might not have approved when the guest list was small, she probably won’t even notice now, and if she does make an issue of it, say the following to her (word for word): “I understand how important family is to you now. And even though I am not close to my family, you have shown me that my feelings3 of friendship with (fill in the names of you friends) make them like family. Won’t you let my family join your family …darling?

(And there are those who would say, ‘Hey Wakefield Doctrinaires! Sure you have a uniquely clever take on personality types, but what about practical applications? Huh, what about those?‘ Well, here ya go! Who cannot not identify with this situation? …not counting the rogers, of course!)

Question: My boss is nice enough, but it seems like he tries too hard to be, like my friend or something! Every day it is ‘how are you doing?’, “is there anything I can do to make your job easier?” I mean, all the time! I can’t get any work done when he is in the office, he is always offering to ‘help’! I might be able to deal with this, except that every time I do get some work done that he needs to sign off on, he always finds  fault! And if I come up with something on my own initiative (he likes to say that he wants me to try to ‘think outside the box’) he is either totally negative or acts like he is amazed that I actually did it myself!  Should I quite my job?
Answer: Probably.4

(This Question deals with a scenario that is all too common. And, although we do not propose that all bosses are rogers, we will say this, ‘If your boss is a scott you have: a) a good time everyday up until the day he decides that it is time to change careers or b) a lead pipe cinch of a sexual harassment lawsuit, so the day you get tired of her shenanigans, ‘it’s sayonara see ya in court’
If your boss is a clark, then we know the following: a) if your clarklike boss is female then her boss is a roger, if your clarklike boss is male then his boss is a scott!  and b) they (clarks) make great bosses, will stick up for you totally against all opponents, but jeez! enough with the leadership by consensus! Get a set, yo.

That music referenced in the Title of today’s Post? Totally weird. I’m sitting and watching TV and a commercial comes on and before I can hit ‘MUTE’ I hear the music in the background (of the commercial) and I’m off to the great and omnicient google… and here we are

1) rogers are about consistency, if they are about anything at all! The worldview of the herd (rogers) maintains that history, tradition, continuity…consistency is of the greatest good! The worldview is also one in which the individual’s relationship with the world-at-large manifests primarily in emotional terms. So when a (lasting) relationship forms, the details of ‘the other’ person are important, in a sense, manifesting the emotional investment. So, as time goes by, even though people change and grow and develop, the roger will still insist on seeing the ‘original person’

2) scotts, in the initial behavioral metaphor: like pack animals, i.e. wolves, dogs, lions and such. The social ranking in the pack is one of simple dominance, an alpha at ‘the top’ and everyone else in order of strength/prowess/capability downward from there. It is a primary characteristic of the scottian personality type to establish ranking when entering a new (social ) environment. Literally going from person to  person, figuratively pushing them on the shoulder in order to establish ranking

3) emotions! always play the emotion-card when dealing with rogers!

4) you could try to…nah, don’t even bother.  Maybe if you got to the Doctrine sooner, you might have learned enough to invoke your own rogerian aspect to re-configure your work relationship… but too hard, too frustrating, easier to get another job. But then again, most bosses/middle managers/supervisors/Principals are rogers!  so maybe you should be asking about the Wakefield Doctrine School of Self-Improving Oneself…school

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This is the Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. The reason? It is better to exist in a personal reality where the default emotional-state is positive. Like fashionable clothing or an expertly prepared meal, it is in small things, ingredients finishes,(clearly we didn’t think through this particular metaphor), that are responsible for the overall overall effect on the objective observer. And, as Mimi and the other hostinae demonstrate, the details count.

(For the clarks out there? Details, in this context, should not be construed to be the: ‘oh, shit, I see, now that I read through it, I missed a point, over-did the similes all those little things!’ No. Despite being how ‘details’ may manifest in the personal reality of Outsiders, the true meaning is way easier. And simpler. And, ‘ya coulda told me!!’

That said, we place our faith in the notion that ‘Practice leads to approaching perfect’. And so we make the decision to look at the world and decide to see how it, or the parts (of it) we encounter, are positive. Rather than negative.

1) Phyllis —————————————————-↓

2) Una ——————–↑

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story  Doctrine’s Six-Pick of the Week: ‘Happiness‘ by our very own Mimi.

5) the Unicorn Challenge  Wakefield Doctrine’s Choice Challenge of the Week: ‘Champagne on Ice‘ from the Sicilian Storyteller

6) Tom and me and the Serial Six ‘Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood. (This link takes you to a page we’ve created that allows you to read the story as a whole. Let us know what ya think of it!)

7) Weather is reasonably moderate. Not only can’t complain, but gotta sigh with relief.* No frozen water.

8) something, something

9) getting some rainage…. this past week

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

* purely in a personal, aka selfish sense. It does not bear too much thought about conditions in the ‘real’ world. ya know?

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s bi-weekly/semi-monthly/every fourteenth day contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘.

Hosted by jenne and ceayr,  the challenge is the most simplest of all: see that pitcha down there? Write a story that involves it and do not, at hazard of Heimdall (his friends call ‘im Doug) calling you out for exceeding the limit of two hundred and fity (250) words.

(Apologies to Shirley Jackson fans. Not my fault. The line showed up on my doorstep as soon as I saw the photo)

 

 

“…and Dust to Dust.”

I couldn’t resist the pulling towards the house. If the experience of witnessing a sunrise includes feeling the pressure of light, heat and the day’s possibility, this moment, invisible to all others, could be nothing other than sunset.

“The path he took was lined with books, the mark he left: secret bent-page corners, insight into humanity serving only to drive his further search. An insatiable curiosity, for our brother, was both journey and destination, albatross and crucifix.”

The house, the one in which I was raised didn’t merely grow in size as I approached, (or was being transported to), it became an increasing certainty. Certainty in the way birthdays and holidays are, so inevitable that most people felt no need to remember them, they happened when they happened. Reassuring for no other reason than everyone had them.

“He was a quiet man, but kind, even if tending to be distant in social settings.”

The rooms were exactly as they always were, filled with family. All the time. Always helping and teaching, correcting and reminding me to come out of my shell. To learn to live.

“We close this memorial service with John 14:1-3 ‘…Father’s house many mansion…'”

My God! The voices, the whispers, the memories growing in the air… Rather than Dante and his guide to damnation, I should have paid Shirley Jackson heed

Whatever walked there will never be alone

 

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

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

Hosted by Denise

Having but one rule: the sentence count for the story must be Six.

Prompt Word:

NAIL

“Hey tall err thin…. fuck, old man, where ya goin?” the Sophomore’s voice held an urgency common to the young when caught-up in an unexpected but overwhelmingly enjoyable event, a voice behind the music laughed, ‘Tell them it is the Raconteuse  and she commands their attendance,’ a flare-up of voices laughing.. ‘yeah! immediately, post haste… don’t make us call jenne and Ford…” ; the remaining sound was celebration rather than information.

Stepping out of the darkness of the hallway, the tall, thin man stopped at the edge of the glow emanating from the Café, slow rollers of respect and love shared by two beings at the end of the bar broke around him, a human-scale Flying Dutchman at the mercy of the ocean.

The Proprietor smiled, “It’s good to see you two.”

Behind the bar, a computer screen flared into life in sync with both human’s phones: The bar display scrolled letters, “And don’t forget the Prompt word, (signed Major Tom); Mimi’s phone played a bar or two of Max Rebennack followed by an animated clouds of smoke spelling: ‘It Rhymes with Ace’, yours Ἥφαιστος and from the tall, thin man’s device, a audio file whispered, “If you three think I’m schlepping drinks up all those stairs, well, yes in fact my name is Bartender.”

Hūnga barked, in that special tone, which all too-few could translate, “You humans, you’re almost where you were Supposed to be.”

 

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood.’ [Part 1.5]

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

Hosted by Denise

Hey, gonna try something different this week. Our story, (me and Tom‘s), is moving right along and we’re getting up there in terms of ‘chapters’. The hardest thing about writing a Serial Six is providing a new Reader (or a regular Reader who might want to refresh their memory) an opportunity to read the whole thing. So, here is a link to ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘.

Prompt word:

ACE

“Hey, Rue, did Lou provide a backup safe house or are we gonna have to rely on your little buddy, Moonchild, to find us a place to regroup and maybe deprogram our little cult grrl?”

I actually didn’t mind sitting on the floor in the back of a cheap cargo van riding through the streets of Soho in the rain; from the look I was getting, our little hostage/prisoner/hit-girl did. At the moment she was doing her best Lisbeth Salanda, glaring at me while repeating, “Futu-ți măt” which I’m betting is ‘fuck you’ in Romanian or one of those slavic languages that decided, early on, having a bunch of extra accent marks was way more badass than vowels.

I saw Rue turn towards me, ready to fling her laughter back at us when two things happened: the low-hum of tires on wet pavement was sucked out of the interior of the van and my prisoner started to do a passable imitation of one of those fake zero-G airplane dives; I felt fingers clutching at my jeans as we rolled together in midair, but not in a good, coed deciding the virtue of patience was overrated, way.

A light that seemed to also be a musical tone filled the van as it slid on it’s side along the road, even as I tried to embrace my prisoner in the best impromptu-airbag manner; anticipating an abrupt deceleration, a certain homicidal hostage might be my ace-in-the-hole, so I hooked my arms through hers and did my best to make sure her soft spots were between me and whatever, when we slammed to a stop.

Time sped up; the girl stopped screaming; Rue’s laugh made it to the back of the van and everything stopped.

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