Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
So one day, a number of years ago, I happened to be walking along the sidewalk in a typical small New England town. It was typical in that the ‘downtown’ area was one street lined with plate glass storefronts that invited customers to learn to dance, save their money, pick up their prescriptions and have the soles of their shoes repaired. There was a large greco-romanesque library at one end of Main Street (overlooking the Park) and on the other end, (just before the Flying Horses merry-go-round), there was an ice cream parlor. The cars were required to park at an angle to the sidewalk and all the parking meters were double-headed. (5, 10 and 25 cent coins only). The day of my insight into temporary immortality, (or maybe it’s better to say suspension of aging), it was an early cloudless morning, around 10:30. As I walked down the sidewalk, (mindful of avoiding inflicting spinal damage on my Mom), I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a figure walking on the opposite side of the street. Curious who the only other person out walking down the sidewalks of Main Street might be, I turned my head a tiny little bit to increase my powers of recognition. (He was), male, with a similar color sports coat, walking in the same direction and, oddly, he was slowing down and turning his head. (Gestalts, being the incubi of the intellect that they are, quit being coy, and recognizability was restored), it was me.
To be precise, I was seeing myself reflected in the plate glass window on the opposite side of Main Street, at approximately 10:32 on a weekday morning. Naturally, I laughed out loud, although there was no one around (I’m a clark, you see, so that was totally a normal and appropriate reaction to the world that I live in).
…as I continued along the sidewalk, no longer alone, the question formed in my mind, in the split second when I recognized the figure as a reflection and, yet, did not recognize the person, ‘who was I expecting to see’?
I was expecting to see me, at the age of about 27 or 28.
We’re all aware of the concept of body image, (the) persistent standard of physical characteristics that we all maintain of ourselves. It only makes sense that we might hold a version of our appearance in our minds, not on a level of constant comparison or (conflict) with our actual appearance, but simply ‘picture of ourselfs’… the person we should see in the mirror. (the Wakefield Doctrine maintains that there are everyday concepts and ideas that are a part of our lives and the world around us that are not so ‘ objective reality’ based. Like the notion of personal reality, (aka worldviews), real as we experience them, and yet are not shared by others. Not exactly hammer-solid objective, the-apple-always-falls-to-the-ground reality, but our capacity to accept these ideas and notions opens up a whole world of understanding not available any other way.)
Back to our ‘lock-in age’.
I found people who would listen to my story without laughing or (getting mad) and it seems that we all have a lock-in age. Provided, of course, we have the imagination to sneak a peek at our semi-subconscious mind. Fortunately, having that kind of curiosity and imagination and love of new ideas is a prerequisite for understanding the Wakefield Doctrine. I’ve had no problem finding people to talk to about this idea of ‘stopping the passing of time’.
Everyone that I’ve talked to so far has been able to determine when their core-self-image (of what they look like) stopped changing, stopped ‘keeping up with the passage of time, if you will. Now, here’s where it getting difficult to describe! (lol, yeah I know…. all I had to do was pay attention in English class in High School and no of us would be struggling with this little story)….
“…we stop getting old when we reach the point when we have everything that we expected from life.”
(yeah, that’s it for now. One little clue/qualification… this ‘what we expect‘ thing? don’t limit it to what you consciously think you know about yourself…. I’m talking about what we learn about life when we were young…. 2 or 3 or 7 years old…stuff that you may never have realized that you ‘believe’ (about life). That kind of thing. We grow up thinking we know what life is about and we grow up believing what life is about…)
* un-attached Asterix there is a Special Case, allowable when there is massive life trauma (physical, emotional, whatever)…that can be the trigger point of a lock-in.