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

Where were we?

oh yeah, yesterday’s post ended:

…guess what happens when a clark walks up and says, “I really like what you’ve done with your world. Everyone belongs. Can I join your Herd?”

something, something…blue paint

good! we’re back on track for this week’s theme.

it’s not a pretty picture when it comes to clarks and Herds. pretty much doesn’t happen. of course. clarks and Herds obviously coexist, sometimes amicably, very often serving as a cautionary tales for unruly members of the Herd. (“keep it up. you wanna end up like him…/her?”)

as couples there are no restrictions on the pairing of Outsiders and Herd Members (blessing of the Everything Rule). that said, the Wakefield Doctrine can be of help (usually the clark in the pair) when conflict (institutional or circumstantial) arises.

what is interesting is how challenging it is for a clark who have convinced themselfs of the value in trying ‘to pass’ as a roger. Hardly ever happens.* And, not for nothin’ if it did and another clark noticed, they’d be all, ‘Don’t mind me. I’ll just get a seat back there, in the back’

not equating the rejection of a clark by the Herd to any of the more ‘real’ world forms of discrimination.

and, before any roger feeling all St. Thomas/Mother Theresa about the situation, a clark’s life, vis á vis being rejected and/or psycho-socially bullied by a gathering of rogers (aka a Herd) is not a tragic, pitiable or anything else… it’s the life… no! lets frame this correctly, it is the nature of the world for the Outsider to be…outside.

not that we celebrate it (much) but there are trade-offs to being outside, such as the gift of creativity** and the joy in encountering new information so… ain’t nothin’ but a thang.

 

 

* in which case most likely a clark with a crazy-strong secondary rogerian aspect (no! you don’t want to look) (lol)

** speaking of the Everything Rule… all three have a gift for creativity. it’s just that it (creativity) manifests differently for clarks, scotts and rogers:

  • clarks (the Outsider) genuine creativity as in bringing something totally new, unique into existence (yeah, we know what you’re thinking… good luck selling that)
  • scotts (the Predator) creative by virtue of their ability to get others to see what they (the scott) want them to see. (“Hey! Look at this!!”) think lead singer in a band
  • rogers (the Herd Member) creative by virtue of artful re-assembly of already known/accepted elements of reality. (think Stephen King stories that are told with nice, well-rounded words that strike a chord of recognition in most readers most of the time)

questions?

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Monday, Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

New Wakefield Doctrine series this week. From Comments submitted by Misky, Frank and Mimi, our topic:

rogers and clarks ‘of blue monkeys and Herd integrity‘

Before we begin, for any New Readers (an increasingly likelihood as we’ve been participating in other ‘hops and visiting new friends blogs)

The Wakefield Doctrine is an additional perspective on the world around us (and the people who make it up). It maintains that what most other personality schema refer to at personality types are simply is but a reflection of the infant human’s adapting to a world defined by his/her relationship with it. The Doctrine has three personality types (referred to as predominant worldviews) therefore it proposes three characteristic relationships on can have:

  • the Outsider (clarks) the world of thought and ideas, insatiable curiosity driving a search for information, specifically the knowledge that would permit them to be ‘a part of’… you know, a real person.      clarks think
  • the Predator (scotts) chase, run, sleep, eat and etc… the day is all, the here and now the tactile and mercurial is all the justification required for their undivided intention… appetite          scotts act
  • the Herd Member (rogers) the world is complete and sufficient and quantifiable. there is a Right Way that is one’s duty to learn and practice and telling others of this way, influence rather than force, emotion trumps reason ever time.      rogers feel

These adaptations and social strategies are responsible for predominant worldviews. In a very real sense, the style (of coping) each of us develop is the perfect personality type for the world as we are experiencing it. Hey, if you’re growing up in the world of the Outsider you really don’t need to be loud and aggressive; the Predator? subtle and introspective won’t help run down that Prey and those developing and maturing in the life of Herd Members are all about keeping track of the details of the world. The better to know the Right Way.

so to this week’s topic:

rogers live in the world as a Member of the Herd. The Herd is everything. (This includes that which the roger might not be directly aware of but has an effect on his/her life.) The view of the world for any roger is from the center of their Herd. As to the members of one’s Herd, they are aligned and consistent with the one in the center in a behavioral concentricity… most loyal (aka in simpatico with) the closest to the center. Ain’t no conflict or disagreement there. All on the same page. (Our behavioral metaphor of a herd is quite helpful. Rub shoulders? We agree.)

Of course everyone does not agree with each other on everything. Now zoom out, all disney-tulip-zoom-up-aerial-panorama. The farther away from the center the looser the alignment.

So what’s the deal with clarks?

To begin with, consider the definition of a clark: the Outsider. Their personal reality is one of ‘me and them’. A clark realizes (correctly or otherwise) at a very early age that most everyone around them are comfortable with each other. They share something. Something common that binds them on some level. They are, collectively, a part of. By the mere fact of being able to recognize this fricken totally dooms the clark.

clarks know that most of the world of people are connected and share an unspoken commonality, rogers are joined by the experience of the world from the perspective of the Herd. rogers do not include ‘Herd’ as a subset of reality. It is reality.

guess what happens when a clark walks up and says, “I really like what you’ve done with your world. Everyone belongs. Can I join your Herd?”

yeah… cue the blue paint!

to be cont’d

 

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Satyr-Sae -the Wakefield Doctrine- “out visiting other bloggers, having completed this week’s TToT”

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

So, in a comment to Misky yesterday, we quoted a line from Robert Browning’s pome ‘Andrea del Sarto‘ “…a man’s reach should exceed his grasp…” In the spirit of adventure, not to mention, getting out a little more these days, we came across a ‘hop: at…

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Linda Hill’s ‘Saturday Stream of Consciousness’

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “costume.’” Use it way you’d like. Have fun!

After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here to this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome Stream of Consciousness post. Anyone can join in!

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…and we thought to ourselves, we thought, “That might be fun! We’ve finished this week’s TToT, why not. Then we saw the prompt word: ‘Costume’

In the world of the Wakefield Doctrine, many holidays are associated with one of the three personality types than the other two. Costumes have the first order suggestion of the ‘holiday’ of Halloween. Where, in Oceania, as well as other parts of the world, children (and adults looking for an excuse) dress in costumes and go out house to house asking for candy. Trick or Treat is the official designation of this activity. As a child, putatively just like other children, I looked forward to the bag of candy at the end of the night. Being of a certain age, there was little in the way of healthy, my-god-the-sugar-content! items being handed out at the neighbors. Mostly sucrose with a dollop of food coloring (candy corn! who didn’t eat them to the point of getting sugar burns?) But the evenings included costumes which for my time and demographic were variations on ghosts and whatever-suggested-by-an-excess-of-mother-or-sister’s-makeup.

It was the best of nights, it was the worst of nights. And it was more than a measurable amount of time ago. We did not merely grow too old for such childish activities, the world itself had a hand in the distancing I imagine while typing. To say that the world changed or modern times exerted control would be the most of the over-simplification. We, collectively without regard to age or culture, were re-cast. The roles we auditioned for were re-tre-quatro-written. Without our consent or input in the editorial process.

But, here we are. At least our current roles allow us to retain the backstory of our memories. Of a time when kids went door to door, semi-alone and gathered back home to spill out the loot on bedspreads and dining room tables.

In the Doctrine’s system of three personality types there is one (of the three) that shows the highest level of tropism for the ‘costumes mean no one will recognize you’ element of Halloween. Hint: rhymes with ‘Outsider’

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “Time … the child’s first ghost.”

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, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

previously…

Prompt word:

SURGE

“But what does that even mean?”

The boy’s voice possessed a certain timbre best described as whimsically defiant and, while not native to the spectrum, spending his first weeks of life with the lullaby of neonatal monitors, it was a natural second language. Unsurprisingly, his choice of desks was in the last row at the back of the classroom, which in the profane canon of pupil seating strategy meant: trouble-maker, under-achievers with high potential and a low self-esteem cohort of any elementary grade’s easily isolated pupils.

Seth sensed his status, avoided testing it, preferring the easy camouflage of association with the maladjusted among his classmates; recognizing this, Sister Cletus smiled, “It means that Time is not merely a basic reality because if you try to ignore it or waste it, you are going to pay a price greater than you can imagine,” seeing the skepticism grow in the boy’s eyes, continued is a simple, friendly voice,

“Walk up to the front of the class, keeping to the middle of the aisle; when you’re up here, turn, face the class and close your eyes,” a silent non-verbal surge gripped the class as they were held in a sense of anticipation.

“In ten seconds I will tell you to open your eyes; class watch him closely…

“…Ten! Tell me, Seth, do you understand that Time is not just the circling of the hands on a clock-face measuring the day, Time is where you live out the hours and days of your life.”

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “Six Sentence Café & Bistro 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, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Previously…

Prompt word:

SURGE

“Lou!”

The tall, thin man moved from the table (and Automaton) in a surge of motion yet, despite his normal emotional restraint, he nevertheless executed a graceful motion en avant from table to shaking hands with Lou Caesare.

Two perturbations to the Proprietor’s trajectory worthy of note: a flash of stiff white cardboard from where the Automaton was left standing and his guest’s female companion; she wore a tailored business suit the way the dancers wore sequins and stilettos, from her brown hair to tastefully expensive jewelry, all were clearly in service of the intelligence that rested languidly in her violet eyes.

“Yeah, Tim, how ya been, we gotta talk,” the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge also dressed with an agenda; from the Hawaiian shirt to the linen suit, (preferred apparel when not anticipating a need to persuade another party to see things as he did), which nicely offset the gold of his watch and the cutting surface of his diamond ring; taking the cigar from his mouth he turned to his companion with the slightest of bows and a smile of affection, “Mea culpa Diane, please, permit me to make the introductions.”

“This is Diane Tierney, Diane, this is…well, all I’ve heard him called is ‘the Manager’, though I did hear someone refer to him as, get this, ‘the tall, thin man’; I mean come on, but no one was smiling at the time, so I figured, different strokes, ya know, so I just call him Tim; as for the miniature mechanical man, I have not one fuckin’ clue, wasn’t here the last time I dropped by.”

Without saying a word, Diane Tierney demonstrated why she was as highly valued as business manager of his club; offering her hand to the tall, thin man, she smiled and, still holding the Manager’s hand, stepped up to the table, crouched in front of the Automaton and, taking a pen and a business card from her purse wrote:

{MY NAME IS DIANE TIERNEY, DO YOU MIND IF WE JOIN YOU?}

 

 

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