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12-25-2017, 07:27 PMQuote: (12-24-2017 05:00 PM)the1element Wrote:
But I think trying to be a "sigma" or even self-describing yourself as one is idiotic.
I think you would get much more mileage out of being a genuine as possible to your character.
The point of the socio-sexual hierarchy isn't to 'perform' to type but to recognise traits of personality enough to be able to accurately-predict behaviour. If you can't do that, you've read them, (or yourself), wrong.
It was Christmas Day yesterday. A toxic Gamma I know that I've written about in the past abandoned his son to go walkabout up north before Christmas so I've moved him in with my girlfriend, Bill and I. He's a shy, quiet kid, and has the social-awkwardness of his generation but a decent soul, (Delta), considering his upbringing.
He seemed nervous knowing there'd be a few people around but I said "Between the personalities there, you'll be able to just float around without having to say much. Hell, just have some food and kick back."
I told Bill (Sigma) my Sister would be there. Cheeky grin: "I'll see if I can slip her the tongue under the holly." He always tries to bait me (Sigma) by telling me how 'hot' my sister is.
I said we also had my stepdad's mother, (I always called her the Spare Grandma), whom he'd never met. He looked wary, then spoke, and, even before he did I could predict what a Sigma's first concern would be.
Can you guess?
"Is she a bit of a snob?"
I told her she'd be fine with him.
So, Christmas Day comes. The Kid (Delta) is welcomed by everyone and he floated around the edges having one-on-one conversations with people as everyone recognised not to gang up on him at once.
My stepbrother (Alpha) parked himself in chair (his 'throne') to blotivate endlessly towards whomever entered his sphere whilst constantly-ordering my sister around, whom, of course dotes on him. (Grandma, to my sister, "Doesn't he have legs?") She doesn't care, because she's the Queen Bee to her Alpha so she bustled around in the kitchen and decorated the table.
My stepbrother (Alpha) has never understood me at all, and he strikes me (Sigma) as annoying and one-note as, say, Foghorn Leghorn, so we're polite to each other but we recognise we're the last people in the house we'd want to have a conversation with.
My stepfather (Gamma) thinks he's the Alpha, and, by Gamma Logic thinks the Alpha would be in the kitchen in charge of cooking for everyone. He constantly tried to get the attention and approval of the Alpha or the Sigma by talking across the room. Listen to me! Listen to me!
My stepfather (Gamma) kept making coy, danging references (Gamma) to having a mysterious female visitor (Gamma) yesterday. He'd do it in a way of sounding like he was inviting conversation but, if a thread was pulled (out of politeness) he would suddenly withhold further information. This is classic female 'bait and avoid' behaviour (Gammas think and behave as women) ie. a girl in the playground runs up to you and singsongs "I know someone likes you." When you take the bait and say "Who?" they then would say "It's a secret," or "I'm not allowed to tell." Or your girlfriend obviously-looking for comfort or attention, then, when you offer it, says to "Leave me alone."
Since he kept playing this game with all and sundry, I could piece together overheard bits from multiple conversations: she's a special friend that he shares [/i]long, personal[/i] talks with to help each other with their problems. i.e. she sees him as her girlfriend (Gamma) rather than a man. Which means, a Gamma repeatedly-spilling his emotional weaknesses to a woman automatically thinks this means they're being romantically-intimate together (Gamma).
I overheard the same girl-bait snippet about four times. "I've been naughty" or "I'm going to get into trouble". Eventually I heard the WHY as he told my sister that he bought this woman a $400 GPS System for her new car (Gamma). I guarantee he thinks that she, of course, will obviously-reward him with sex (Gamma).
Later on, I'm out on the verandah with Spare Grandma having a coffee, and she mentioned that this woman came and her and my Stepdad shared their problems, and she told Grandma when my Stepdad was in the other room making coffee that he was 'a Good Listener' (Gamma) and that she can't talk about things with her partner because he's not much of a talker. (Gamma Gamma Gamma!)
Bill (Sigma) turned up mid-morning. He briefly-talked to my Stepdad, since he already knows him, then spent some time baiting my sister, who can give as good as she gets, until she had to get the deserts made. All through this my Stepdad (Gamma) was trying to regain his attention. He talked very briefly with my Stepbrother, but, like me, was almost instantly-bored by the Alpha, so he went outside to observe The Kid trying to put together one of my nephew's toys. (Sigmas observe and survey in silence where the Alpha would constantly-tell the Kid what do do).
Then Grandma came out of the bathroom, and I was interested to watch what was about to happen, so prepared coffee for both of them as I saw her her spot him outside (someone new to question - knowledge is power!) and took her out and introduced them.
She sat down next to him, and it was on. She was seeking information and he was constantly-prodding and teasing her, testing her boundaries (Sigma), but she's from a generation of women who knew how to banter with a man. The conversation was as thick and as fast as a screwball comedy, and I kept seeing the Kid grin at me as he overheard it all because it was bloody hilarious. It really struck me what has been lost between young men and women now.
I kept drifting between people, helping get lunch prepared, but popped back out every so often to see if they wanted more coffee. Of course, with her having given back just as good as she got, he upped the ante, because Sigma wants to push the limits to see if people accept them, warts and all.
He looked at me, with a smirk in his eyes, and said "I think I should have a farkin' beer." He wanted me to know he was baiting her, and waited for comment.
"It's warm enough," she said. Our family doesn't really swear.
"I think I farkin' will then."
Instantly, she impersonated him. "Then I think I should have a farkin' beer too." Trying to poke him back.
He nodded. "Let's farkin' do it then." (Escalation).
"I'm farkin' ready." She looked at me. "Beer us, Son."
Meanwhile, the Kid was sitting on the ground laughing with his mouth open.
They went at it all day. It was hilarious. He couldn't stop baiting her, but when it got to the stage of her showing him the sunburn on the top of her tits, I could even see him think maybe he'd met his match here.
Later that night, Bill said to me. "You know, your Grandma's good value." Translated to Sigma: "She didn't act like she thought she was better than me."
The Kid wanted to know if we were going to all do it again next year.
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We ate Seafood for Lunch. Bill had been with me on the 23rd when I talked about cooking Tempura for everyone with my Stepdad. I said we should take a drive around town and see if any Seafood Trucks are up from the coast, selling the morning's catches.
My stepdad immediately became the expert (Gamma) and said it would be too pricey and you might as well go down to the supermarket because it would all be frozen anyway.
Later, the three of us were on the way back from The Kid's with the last of what little furniture he had, and I spotted a truck parked near the local pub, so pulled in.
I bought about $100 worth of Green Prawns, Tasmanian Scallops and Calamari to feed everyone there and then. It was cheap and the quality looked incredible.
Eating dinner, everyone was raving about the quality. Admittedly, it was some of the best seafood I've ever eaten. My stepfather suddenly knew all, and reminded everyone again and again how "we could have gone to a supermarket but I thought the seafood trucks might have better stuff" which later became "I knew the seafood trucks would have better stuff," which later still became "The seafood trucks always have better stuff," implying that it has always been his choice due to his vast experience of buying superior quality seafood because his refined sensibilities would never accept anything but the best.
Remember how I said Gammas rewrite their reality on the fly and you can often catch them changing their story mid-sentence?
Also on the way home, Bill shot me a sly look. "Did you notice how buying the seafood was all his idea? And that it was all his idea to buy the seafood? And that we wouldn't have had such great seafood if it wasn't all his idea. You know it was all his idea, don't you mate?"
Bill mightn't know the term Gamma, but he's already-knows how it acts.
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Once again, if people sneer at this stuff and don't want the social advantages of being able to read people accurately, it's their loss.