Helpful tips and hints by and for Melancholies

Keeping spare socks at work is an excellent suggestion. In addition to ameliorating a future disaster, keeping spare socks at work will afford you an opportunity to create a whole new ritual out of whole cloth! Now there will be a proper way to maintain and store the socks in or about your office, whereas before there was only a void.


Today’s tip offers a systematic method for quickly sizing up the temperament of an individual so that you can best know how to deal with their shortcomings in the event that they are not Melancholy.

Ad Hoc Temperament Assessment

We shall use as an example an encounter with a cashier whom you do not recognize. You may extrapolate the underlying principles in this example to ad hoc assessments in general. Keep in mind that there can always be local abberations. Even a Phleg might do something in a sensible way at rare times. You must make an wholistic assessment, taking care not to jump to conclusions prematurely.

Begin your observations while standing in line. Cholerics and Melancholies are task-oriented temperaments while Sanguines and Phlegmatics are people-oriented. If the clerk is executing his tasks efficiently then he is likely a Mel or Chol. If he is paying more attention either to himself or to the customer, then he is likely San or Phleg respectively. Guard against rash judgments! A Melancholy clerk is entirely capable of executing his check-out tasks efficiently and attending the customer simultaneously. Look beyond the surface to what seems to underly the clerk’s methods. For the Melancholy, dealing with people is merely another task.

If the clerk seems task-oriented, processing the items with great efficiency, then you likely have it narrowed down to two. Whether he is Mel or Chol, his register will be beeping fast and steady. Look closer and observe the manner in which he is handling the items. Cholerics are the egg-breakers and bread-mashers of the world. Incapable of viewing a task from a “big picture” angle, the Chol is satisfied that his job is done with a particular customer when the next one steps up. Thus, he hurries carelessly, not systematically the way we do. You will see the Melancholy clerk reaching just a bit extra in order to pull like items together. You will see the Choleric clerk yanking at whatever is first in line.

If the clerk is moving like a seven-year-itch and engaging in annoying (to you) banter with the customer, then he is likely a Sanguine or Phleg. It is easy to tell the difference. If he is showing off, laughing at his own jokes, and fancies himself the center of the store’s attention, then he is a Sanguine. If he is smiling sweetly, reacting sympathetically (not empathetically!) with the customer, and gets lost in what he is doing from time to time, then he is a Phlegmatic.

When you have arrived at the register, you will have enough under your belt to make a reasonable guess. But it will be advisable to wait until the clerk’s greeting before playing your hand. If the clerk greets you with a weary cliché, but with the sort of tone that he assumes you are hearing it for the first time, and if the manner in which it is delivered is perky and confident, then he is a Sanguine who is letting you know that, at last, your ship has come in, and you have earned a moment to bask in his presence. If he never looks up from his register and greets you with a short, meaningless quip or gesture (or nothing at all), and immediately begins heaving your items across the scanner and toward the rear of his station, then he is a Choleric. If he is still saying his goodbyes to the customer in front of you while your ice-cream melts on the conveyor belt, and then finally turns around, looks you over thoroughly, smiles wide, and greets you in a manner that you find too familiar and personal, then he is a Phleg. If he executes first the task of greeting you in a professional manner, and then immediately begins to process your items in the most sensible and efficient way, then, of course, he is a Melancholy.

I have found in my experience that there is no use in fighting against whatever it is that you encounter. By responding appropriately, you can get through your ordeal in the most efficient manner possible.

If your clerk is Sanguine, laugh at his every joke. Show a sparkle in your eye. Don’t hold back your delight at this marvelous opportunity to be serviced by him. Banter with him, as you are surely swifter witted than he and can keep up with him easily. Toss out clichés with wild abandon. Ask probing questions about him. He will delight in answering them. Tell him how handsome or athletic or bright or spectacular he is. You will quickly become his favorite customer. As a people oriented temperament, he will remember you the next time you come in, and will even do you favors, such as opening a register to check your items if he is idle. He will do this because he knows that you will feed his ego. And heaven knows that his ego is one hungry beast.

If your clerk is Choleric, stand ready to intercept any delicate items. Have your checkbook prepared to sign because the affair will be over rather quickly. Say nothing. He doesn’t care what you have to say, and will not remember it when you are gone.

If your clerk is Phlegmatic, please do not yield to temptation and boil over from exasperation. Instead, assist him. Go ahead and grab an item or two and move them toward the scanner. His instinct will move him into going through certain motions upon certain cues, but his main interest is you. Tell him a sad story about your pet fish (make one up if necessary). Don’t expect his responses to make any sense. Phlegs are the wanderers, the intellectual nomads, the kings of the non sequitur. Just stay mindful of the fact that you must assist in getting your items from the conveyor belt to the bag unless you want to be there forever. Don’t bother making yourself memorable as you would with a Sanguine. The Phleg is people-oriented, but that just means people in general. He will tell the same story about his Aunt Martha each and every time you come in. He has also told it to everyone else.

If your clerk is a Melancholy, then simply be yourself. You are his task, and he is yours. Truly, it is a beautiful thing.

It’s a pity more clerks aren’t Melancholy. I suspect I would save a least a half hour every week if they were.

Multiplied by 52, that yields a staggering 26 hours per week. If I spend 13 of those hours working and 13 engaged in productive leisure, I could be reading two additional books and completing several hundred more dollars of vital tasks at work.

It is the duty of the Melancholy not to allow this resentment to spill over into his daily life.

Sock Update

The acquisition of new Footwear was problematic. I decided while riding the subway down from work that I would walk south along Broadway to Grand Street, and thenceforth walk due east to the Bowery. I would not deviate from this course.

And I didn’t.

I stopped in many SoHo stores, only to leave empty-handed. Their socks simply were not right. As desperate as I was, I was not going to pay $7 for one pair of inappropriate socks. So I kept walking, with my heavy bags slung over my shoulders. It was difficult: I usually take one route to fencing class, and as crowded as it is, I have had over a year’s time to analyze my path and to learn how to weave through a crowded street with bags and sharp objects while inflicting only a minimum of harm and inconvenience on my fellow pedestrians.

But this way was novel, and it was complicated. I bumped into three people. I discommoded at least three more. By the time I reached my destination, I was thoroughly distracted.

I did, however, find socks. Nice white ones. Six for $5.

But I miscalculated. They were not quite long enough.

Fencing knickers are odd items of clothing. They are traditional, so we wear them. The Ritual of Preparation is very old, and it must be complied with at all costs. The knickers terminate in elastic bands just below the knees, necessitating that socks be hiked all the way up and pulled under the elastic.

You get the idea.

At any rate, the socks were not quite long enough to provide adequate clearance. They looked and felt fine while I was standing still, but once I started moving around, they would be forced down about a centimeter, and the knickers would hike up, perhaps half a centimeter.

Thus an unacceptable ring of flesh was exposed just beneath my knee. I was forced to alter my accoutrements every few moments on the floor, something that threw my fencing off at least 30%. I was so frustrated that by the end, I had inadvertently peeled the skin off my fingers from working the weapon too forcefully. And in one moment of extreme sloppiness I was struck so hard in the face that the mesh of my mask opened a long scratch on my nose.

It was a problematic evening, to be sure.

On the bright side, my bathtub has been fixed. My morning rituals may now continue uninterrupted.

Or 26 hours per year.

This post was necessary to restore my equilibrium.

Thank you, Maeglin. I was coming down with the vapors from seeing it on the page. Your balance restoration post was a life-saver for Melancholies everywhere.

My empathetic review of your travails yesterday has left me emotionally drained and mentally dull. I don’t know where you found the will to carry on despite hardship that no one, in a civilized society, ought to have to bear. What great strength and resolve you managed to muster in the face of having incorrect socks. And the sheer bravery of trekking out on an unfamiliar path in almost — shall I say it? Yes, I shall indeed, dammit! — a spontaneous moment… […pregnant pause…] Perhaps I ought to stop at this time. Having typed the “s” word, adreneline has seized my faculties and I have become dizzy.

Y.A. Duck, don’t know if you are also whooshing here, but if not, this might help:

Again, two countries separated by a common tongue. Substitute depressive, manic-depressive or bipolar disorder if you are American.

Although given the recent tenor of these posts, I would diagnosis obsessive compulsive disorder, OCD for short.

Although given the recent tenor of these posts, I would diagnose obsessive compulsive disorder, OCD for short.

It is definitely not OCD. I do not need to purge myself of violent, taboo, or other inappropriate thoughts by means of rituals irrelevant to my daily life, like obsessive handwashing, etc. These behaviors are characteristic of OCD.

Compulsive behavior is an entirely different beast.

If you really want to understand.

You may see also this. We are what they refer to as “the Rationals”. We were called “Melancholic” by Hippocrates. See this.

And please — I appeal to the lesser temperaments — please follow proper protocols when posting. You are upsetting the balance of the thread. Have you no compassion?

I, too, arrange my CDs alphabetically. Instead of waiting until holidays to reorganize my system, I habitually try to maintain evenly dispersed spaces for new CD acquisitions.

I say “try to” because, tragically, I have begun to run out of space. To buy a new CD rack would require drastic reorganization of my entire room to maintain balance. In addition, I would be required to develop a system of determining on which rack a CD should be placed. My one-rack system has been in place for two years. I am also concerned that I will not be able to find a matching CD rack, as it has been two years since this one was purchased. If I cannot find a match, I may be forced to buy two new racks to maintain balance and symmetry. I am at a loss for how to handle this situation, and the holidays are almost upon us.

I have one question for other melancholies regarding CD classification: among the works of a single artist, do you classify alphabetically by name or chronologically? I have previously organized works chronologically, but I am concerned about possible “Best of” CDs and the like which have no specific chronology. However, I often think of CDs in terms of order. I request your advice: is chronological or alphabetical more efficient?

As a comment unrelated to music classification, I feel compelled to mention that I have been following this thread with considerable interest. I have not posted until now because I have no general advice to offer. I am but eighteen years, eleven months, and seven days old, and have insufficient experience to offer useful insight. However, I greatly appreciate the wisdom offered in this thread. I was especially edified by Libertarian’s recommendations on balance restoration. I shall find it very productive to integrate this advice into my daily routines and rituals.

Good morning JadedNaive.

Due to an entirely predictable bout of Insomnia brought on by my own CD classification dilemmas, I am taking it upon myself to offer you some Racking advice.

Running out of rack space can be a traumatic experience. In order that you are not sucked into a vortex of Despair by the event, you must try to turn potential hopelessness into an opportunity for improved categorisation technique.

If a second rack is going to cause symmetrical imbalances in your room, you may indeed have to sacrifice your existing rack upon the altar of Progress and purchase one new rack which extends further upwards in a vertical plane. You may need to factor in the cost of a small ladder in planning this upgrade.

If this is not possible due to room configuration constraints etc. making a second rack a sad inevitability, I would go for two new racks of identical manufacture. You may be able to part-exchange your one existing rack in order to minimise the expenditure which will be so incurred.

When filing the works of a single artiste, I find it preferable to use alphabetical order within artiste rather than chronological order. It is easier to remember the title of an album rather than the date of issue, and the alphabetical system also caters better for Best Of and Greatest Hits titles.

This is a personal opinion, and much depends on the way you think about your CDs. If you have programmed yourself to think in chronological order, then I would file them in that way, placing the Best Of and Greatest Hits albums after the artiste’s other, less problematic titles.

If you are still in a quandary after reading this post, it may be that your room has some quirks and vagaries of which I am blissfully unaware. You may need to re-post here giving room dimensions and other relevant data.

I hope this has helped.

Welcome, Brother in Balance, JadedNaive. What a wonderful user name for a Melancholy! Do not be shy about your age. Your temperament has blessed you with wisdom beyond your years. Relations between age and maturity apply only to the lesser temperaments.

Now that we have several of us in attendence, I thought I would demonstrate to others that we are not entirely obsessed people who sit around all day with our fists up our asses. Therefore, today I offer a bit of Melancholy humor. This should suffice to allay any concerns that we have no sense of humor.


A Spinozan, a Friesian, and an Hegelian were sitting in a boat. Said the Spinozan, “I am peckish as to how DesCartes might interpret our seating arrangements in this boat.” Thereupon, the Friesian fell out of the boat and drowned.

“Goodness!” exclaimed the Spinozan, “was it something I said?” Whereupon the Hegelian responed instantly, “You said something?”


:smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

(I have tons of these!)

Oh, and JadedNaive, one more thing. If you do purchase two racks, make certain they are from the same lot number; otherwise, you might end up with each having a slightly different paint or stain. Obviously, that would drive you mad. If in doubt, call the manufacturer and inquire.

[mild detour. this post does not exist. it is not upsetting the balance of this thread]

The sad part is I actually did understand what was going on, I am not without a sense of humour. But being on the verge of a really smashing case of RSI, I have this tendency to stare at threads chock full of prose in wonder. My wrists tend to ache just reading them.

I use to be more of a melancholic. My CDs had an astounding order to them. The two major divisions were classical and modern. Each was then sorted by artist (alphabetically) and by year of release. If perchance one artist released two recordings in a year, an exhausitve search was launched to establish precedence. Of course, with many older recordings, they have been remastered and rereleased, so a further search is required to get past the recent copyright year back to the original. Of course I would cause dissention in the house, as being a sinistral sort, my CDs were arranged right-to-left, rather than left-to-right.

Then I reproduced, and my toddler has turned my collection into a ragtag assortment of titles. Would that we had a dwelling large enough to have adequate storage for 400+ CDs on high shelves, but alas we are restricted to free-standing racks within easy reach. At first I rebelled, but she wore me down. It now takes me an average of three extra seconds to find the disc I want. Truly shameful.

And for those seeking unity in rack coloring, might I suggest buying the racks unfinished and applying the paint or stain yourself. It is the only way to guarantee a job well-done.

[end of detour]

The time of year approaches for my Annual Medical Health Review.

Each November I receive a letter from the General Practice where I am registered, inviting me to attend their premises for a checkup.

In preparation for this unwelcome interruption to my busy schedule, I have been searching through my Archives and I have found, as shown below, an aide memoire for the occasion which I typed and Filed last year.
Annual Medical Health Review: Strategy Document: 11/2000

Introduction

The purpose of this document is to enable you to plan and execute a visit to the doctor lasting 8 minutes exactly, and to leave the surgery with your mental health unimpaired by the experience.

Background

You are registered as a patient at the surgery of Dr. Choleric, Dr. Phlegmatic and Dr. Sanguine. Appointments are arranged by Mrs. Secretary. A Nurse is also in attendance for the purposes of removing troublesome Ear Wax where necessary. The surgery is precisely 6.3 miles from your home, requiring a journey by motor car of approximately 11 minutes including parking time, subject to favourable road and weather conditions.

Health service regulations stipulate that any ailments brought to the attention of any doctor can be diagnosed and dealt with at the surgery in 8 minutes, major Brain Surgery and Earache excepted.

Strategy

1) When the letter arrives, check the name of the doctor who is scheduled to assess you. If it is Dr. Phlegmatic go to paragraph 3. If it is Dr. Sanguine go to paragraph 4.

2) So it’s Dr. Choleric, eh? Well, the last time I saw him was in the autumn of 1996 when I had a bad case of Earache. I went to the surgery for some painkillers which would kill the pain, rather than the painkillers which had previously been prescribed, which didn’t kill the pain but were quite cheap. Dr. Choleric was very unsympathetic to my predicament because he is a psychotic.

Pain? Pain? You don’t know what pain is. Earache isn’t pain. I’ll show you what pain is!

Dr. Choleric rose from his chair and walked towards me at Frankenstein Monster speed, with outstretched arms aimed at my neck. He reached past my head and removed a book from his small library of Medical Texts. He opened the book and shoved it in front of my nose.

There! That’s pain. Stop complaining and pull yourself together for Christ’s sake man!

I found myself looking at a picture of a trepanning operation being conducted on a poor unfortunate from times historic. The procedure did not look as though it was entirely pain free. I returned the book to the good doctor.

I decided I needed trepanning like I needed a hole in the head.

No anaesthetics in those days. Men were men. Next!

Not a greatly edifying experience, all things considered. So, if Dr. Choleric is on the letter, cancel the appointment immediately. Tell them you’re sick or something, and ask for an appointment with Dr. Sanguine when he gets back from his latest holiday in the Seychelles.

Go to paragraph 4.

3) Dr. Phlegmatic is a hazard to health. He does everything ‘by the book’ and his methods leave no room for initiative or imagination. On entry to his surgery you are required to remove every single item of clothing and to lie down on a Couch. Dr. Phlegmatic then examines you from every angle, using a magnifying glass where appropriate. As the weather in his office is invariably Very Cold due to heating problems, shrinkage is wont to occur, with various body parts suffering more than others in this respect.

Dr. Phlegmatic will then prescibe a pill for the pneumonia which you are about to contract because of the sub-zero temperatures which currently prevail. If you are down to see him, explain to Mrs. Secretary that you are in the process of suing Dr. Phlegmatic and that you would prefer to see Dr. Sanguine.

Go to paragraph 4.

4) Pull the File on Dr. Sanguine. Revise your knowledge of him. Check where he spent last Christmas and New Year. Review his holiday plans. Memorise the names of the women with whom he was having affairs. Go through the technical specifications of his motor car. Learn his favourite venues for eating, drinking and picking up ladies.

Prepare an agenda for the meeting:

11.00am - 11.02am. Discuss forthcoming Christmas & New Year plans.

11.03am - 11.04am. Discuss Sanguine’s last four holidays.

11.05am - 11.06am. Discuss Sanguine’s women/motor car etc.

11.07am - 11.08am. Any other business. Depart.

Remember to seize the initiative immediately upon entering Sanguine’s surgery. Instead of waiting for him to ask you how you are, ask Sanguine how he is. This will be enough to a) reinforce his view that he is more interesting than you are and b) set him off talking about himself, as above.

You will have no difficulty whatsoever steering the conversation away from yourself and the 8 minutes will soon pass. You can than collect your repeat prescription for Prozac or Venlafaxine Hydrochloride or whatever you need to keep your Brain balanced, and you can leave the surgery behind you for another year.

The procedures described herein may seem self-defeating to the casual reader. However I cannot adequately stress the importance of not allowing your doctor to find out what’s wrong with you. The last thing you want to happen is to find yourself summarily despatched to a Secure Medical Facility, where members of the Medical Profession are free to experiment on you for the rest of your life without impediment or restraint.

I hope this has helped.

I find it quite interesting that CD arrangement is a problem for so many people. I really thought that I was alone in this. I am pleased to know that the ridicule I was subjected to by my spouse was really part of my oppression and was not justified.

Now that I have this liberating knowledge, I am in need of a proper response to her nefarious habit of intentionally mis-filing the CDs.

A second question about filling CDs. I loathe the double disk CDs that do not fit into a standard slot. They destroy the arrangement by forcing Lyle Lovett’s Step Inside this House to the end of the shelf where it now follows Nina Simone. How do you accommodate the non-standard size CD cases?

I think that Libertarian may have the answer to the first of Homebrew’s questions about spouses but I’ll give it a go anyway.

Intentionally mis-filing CDs is tantamount to Mental Cruelty. If your spouse’s habit was unintentional I would have suggested counselling for the pair of you as there would have been some small hope for a successful compromise whereby you got your own way with no argument in the matter.

As things stand, the only course of action left open to you short of a Messy Divorce is to fit a glass front to the rack, complete with lock. This should fix her good and proper.

Don’t talk to me about double CDs. They reduce me to tears.

Homebrew,

My advice depends on the temperament of your spouse. If they are:

Sanguine

The message to you is clear. You have shirked your fetching duties. You have failed to tend to the whims of the Sanguine. You ought to have already queried and determined what CD the Sanguine wanted to hear. You ought to have played it for them. You ought to have returned it to the rack when the Sanguine (not you!) had finished listening. Your life with a Sanguine consists of servicing their whims. If you are Melancholy, you will delight in this role. It is completely self-sacrificial and demeaning. What you are living for, from moment to moment, are those precious words of affirmation that will always follow a rightly done service. It is your duty, as a sacrificial token, to restore the CD ordinality when you have mistakenly lapsed and left the Sanguine hanging.

From the perspective of the Sanguine, you are their toy to be used in the fulfillment of their pleasure. Respond by tending to them more attentively.

Choleric

The message to you again is clear. The Choleric is telling you that they don’t give a rat’s ass about your filing system, and that you are anal beyond all reason. For them, the task is simply to return the CD, and not to return it to the correct place. In fact, if you were to reorder the way the Choleric returned it, they quite likely might feel insulted. You cannot win this sort of battle with a Choleric. Even if you were to manipulate them into returning CDs correctly by sheer brute force, all you will have done is set them upon a mission — a task — to thwart your efforts elsewhere.

From the perspective of the Choleric, you are a piece of furniture that they will throw out if you become in the way. Respond by getting out of their way.

Phlegmatic

There is no message. If the Phlegmatic has gotten the CD anywhere near the rack, thank your lucky stars. You’re as likely to find the CD on the back of the toilet as in the room where CDs are stored. It might be under the bed. It might be in the car, melting in the sun. It might have been loaned to a neighbor whose sad plight the Phleg sought to alleviate by loaning them the CD. You cannot cajole the Phleg into returning the CD from whence it came. You will receive a sweet smile and an empty assurance, or else you will receive a defensive wall so tall that you can heave nothing whatsoever over it.

From the perspective of the Phleg, you are a Platonic Form which they attempt to contemplate and nurture. Respond by resigning yourself to the fact that you will be chasing down CDs and reordering them forever.

Melancholy

The message is that there is a better way, and that your system is inadequate.

From the perspective of the Melancholy, you represent the embodiment of their noble sacrifice. Respond with affirmative words and grateful appreciation.

Hang on a minute!

Mrs. Homebrew misfiles the CDs intentionally. Surely this is not the action of a Sanguine (who would not file anything out of sheer principle) or a Phlegmatic (who has loaned the CD to a neighbour) or a Melancholy (who is incapable of misfiling anything).

Therefore Mrs. Homebrew is a Choleric. Surely a Divorce (or a lock on the rack) is the only course of action here.