Jax Teller's seven-season arc demonstrates that the dream of leaving was the only thing that ever made his life tolerable, and when that dream collapsed, so did he; his high openness allowed him to imagine a different life, but his high neuroticism and disorganized attachment made actual change impossible, as the manuscript served as a psychological permission slip that substituted for real action.
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Right, Sons of Anarchy fans don't love hearing this one, but it has been bugging me for a while and I'm just going to say it. Jax Teller wasn't trying to get out. He spent [music] seven seasons telling everyone he was.
Wife, mother, brothers, the audience, himself. He wrote it down in a manuscript. He gave speeches on his bike. He looked tortured doing it. By the end, he genuinely convinced the people watching that the tragedy of his story was a man who tried to escape and got pulled back under. But the man on screen, the man whose actual decisions you can watch frame by frame for seven seasons of television, he never made a single move that would have got him out.
Not one. Every choice from the pilot to the finale was a choice that kept him exactly where he was doing exactly what his stepfather Clay had been doing. Just with better hair and a worse painkiller problem. The dream of leaving was the thing that let him stay. That's the show.
Once you see it, you can't unsee it. Jax Teller is a man slowly running out of ways to lie to himself about who he is and the whole seven-season arc is the gap between the cope and the reality closing inch by inch until there's nothing left to ride away from except a truck on the highway his dad died on.
So, let's get into why. Big five, attachment theory, the full psychological architecture of a man who could not structurally have ever left that club even though wanting to leave was his entire identity. Openness, high intellectual and entirely on paper. We start with where everyone starts with Jax, the manuscript. His father, John Teller, wrote a book before he died. The Life and Death of Sam Crow. Jax finds it in the pilot hidden in a box and he reads it like a man finding scripture.
He underlines bits. He scribbles in the margins. Starts writing his own version for his sons. Carries it around with him for years. At one point, his wife is reading it. At one point, his mother is reading it. At one point, his dead father's manuscript is the single most important object on the entire show.
That's openness, high openness. The trait covers curiosity, imagination, intellectual life, willingness to consider ideas that contradict your worldview. Jax has it in spades. He reads, he thinks for real, not for show.
He asks the questions others don't bother with. Some of them, I'm not sure could read one all the way through. Jax could write his.
And to be fair to him, that is real. The openness isn't an act. He genuinely is the most intellectually curious man in that clubhouse. Lock him in a library, he's going to come out with notes.
Problem is, his openness is purely intellectual. It doesn't extend to action. He can imagine being a different man, he just cannot be one. He can write paragraphs and paragraphs about a legitimate business, a clean future for his sons, a way from the violence. Then he closes the notebook, gets on his bike, and goes to set someone on fire. You probably know this type from your own life.
They have read every book on minimalism, and their house is still a tip. They have written down their five-year plan 12 times, and they have not stayed one year. They have thought vividly about the version of themselves who works out, and the thinking does most of the work.
The actual workout never quite happens.
The dream lives entirely in the head, and the head is satisfied just from having it. Jax's openness is what gives him his cover story.
It's also sort of cruelly what convinces him he's a different kind of biker, because Clay couldn't have written that manuscript manuscript. Clay didn't dream, Clay didn't read. So, Jax can look at Clay and say I am not that. I have books. I have a plan. I have an inner life. Trouble is manuscripts and plans aren't decisions. [music] Decisions are the things that move you out of where you are. Decisions are unpleasant in a way thinking isn't.
They commit you. They close doors, make you accountable to the version of yourself who decided.
Jax's openness lets him generate the content of a decision over and over. The act of deciding itself, the moment where you stop being someone who could go either way and become someone who's gone one is the bit he can't access.
Jax never made one of those.
Agreeableness.
The warmth is a trick. The trait is low.
Now this one is a slight of hand. The show pulls it off really well and most viewers don't clock it until they rewatch.
Jax Teller comes across on first watch as the warm one. He touches faces. He says, "I love you, brother." with what reads as genuine emotion. He hugs people. He weeps. He looks Tara in the eye and tells her she's everything.
Compared to Clay, whose emotional range is menacing and slightly more menacing, Jax is the soft one, the compassionate one, the one with the heart. That's the performance.
The performance is real in the sense that he means it in the moment.
The trait isn't there. Agreeableness in the big five is the capacity for cooperation, trust, conflict avoidance, putting other people's interests on the same level as your own.
People high in agreeableness are bad at sustained lying to people they love.
They're bad at sustained manipulation.
They hate hurting people and it shows on their face afterwards.
Jax lies to Tara constantly about what he's doing, where he's been, whether the club is changing, whether they're getting out, he keeps her on the hook with the promise of an exit he is actively not delivering. What he is in fact actively working against without telling her.
When she finally clocks the gap between what he says and what he does, he doubles down on the lying.
When she tries to leave with the kids to get them out of exactly the world he claims he wants to get them out of, the man who's been promising her freedom for years cannot tolerate her actually taking it. Whatever else that is, it is not high agreeableness. It's low agreeableness wearing a costume. His warmth, when you look at it carefully, is conditional. It's intense and physical and visible right up until you become a problem.
The moment you threaten his version of the future, the warmth evaporates and what's underneath is something colder than Clay ever was.
Because Clay at least never bothered to pretend.
Look at how he handles his brothers.
Calls them brothers, kisses their head, says he'd die for them, and then he watches Opie die, sits there while it happens because Opie's death serves a purpose for the longer plan. He weeps for him afterwards. The weeping is real.
The choice to let it happen was also real. Both can be true. People with low agreeableness still experience grief.
They're just willing to make the decisions that produce the grief [music] in the first place. The gap between the performed warmth and the operational coldness [music] is one of the most quietly devastating things about Jax as a character.
He looks like the heart of the show.
He's actually the surgeon. Neuroticism, high and rising and doing more work than it should.
If openness is his cover story, neuroticism is his engine. Jax is anxious all of the time, constantly. The brooding, the staring, and riding off into the distance.
>> [music] >> it's easy to mistake that for contemplation, but it's not. That is a man whose internal weather is a storm he cannot stop watching. He is emotionally reactive in a way the other senior members of the club just [music] are not. Clay is hot when he's hot and he's cold when he's cold. You can see it coming. Tig is unhinged in a stable way.
You know which kind of hin- You know which kind of unhinged you're getting.
Chibs is rock solid. Jax is jagged. The mood shifts mid-conversation. He starts a meeting calm and ends it punching a wall. He cries to Tara at midnight and then makes a decision at 6:00 in the morning that contradicts everything he was crying about. The internal thermostat is broken and as the seasons go on it gets more and more broken. By season 6 he's medicating with opiates, which is the standard move for a man whose nervous system is running too hot and who has no functioning way to to himself. This is what high neuroticism looks like in a man who also has high extroversion and we'll get there. This is the loud kind of anxiety, action anxiety that translates into bad decisions kind of anxiety. The kind of [music] can't get out of bed anxiety would look very different, but Jax doesn't have access to that version.
His anxiety has to go somewhere and where it goes is the next [music] decision.
Anxiety in a man who has authority and a gun is much louder than anxiety in a man who has neither, but it's the same anxiety underneath all the same. And the cruel bit is this, high neuroticism is exactly the wrong trait for the role he [music] claims to want. A man who actually wanted to dismantle a criminal empire and walk away from it would need an unusual capacity to sit with discomfort, long, boring, uncomfortable change, months of waiting, years possibly. Decisions made in a slow, deliberate, sober frame of mind. Jax can't tolerate that. He has to do something. This something is always more violence, more retaliation, more big play, more chess move. Every time he gets close to a quieter life, the neuroticism kicks up and produces a crisis that requires his attention as president, [music] which means he can stay being president, which means he doesn't have to face whatever that quieter life would actually demand of him. He's not trying to solve the anxiety. He's relying on it. It's what holds him in place. Extroversion, the high and the role he was built for. This is the one where you have to give the man credit. Jax is a natural, charismatic magnet. He's physically confident, comfortable in a crowd, energized by people, capable of holding a room. The I in introvert was not assigned to this man. He doesn't recover his energy from being alone. He gets more agitated when he's alone. He recovers it from being in the clubhouse, the bar, the chapel, on the road with the brothers. The whole infrastructure of Sam Crow suits high extroversion men.
>> [music] >> The brotherhood, the runs, the rituals, the bar, the table, the meetings, the constant company. You don't have a private moment in that life. Bathroom?
Maybe.
Not much else. And Jax thrives on it. He performs leadership well. He gives the speeches.
>> [music] >> He holds the gavel. He works the room.
He picks the right moment to put a hand on a shoulder. He has the timing of a man who in another life would have been very good at sales or politics or theater. Now, layer that on top of what I just said about neuroticism. He's an anxious man with a craving for stimulation surrounded constantly by people who provide him with stimulation in a role that requires him to be on all the time. He's never alone. He's never bored. He's never asked to sit with himself.
You guys see where I'm going with this?
The quiet life he claims to want, the legitimate business, the suburban dad future, the school run, the early nights, would be a personality earthquake for this man. He'd have to be alone in his head, with his own thoughts.
He'd have to find his energy somewhere other than 15 blokes in a clubhouse.
He'd have to perform much less and feel much more.
He would hate it, genuinely, within a week.
The dream of leaving was incompatible with [music] his temperament. The clubhouse was the only environment his nervous system could metabolize. And again, what makes this whole arc so quietly sad? At some level, he must have known. You can't be that self-reflective, write that much in your notebook, and not at least suspect that the version of you who lives quietly in a suburb is a fiction.
Conscientiousness, selective and the giveaway. This is the trait that, more than any of the others, exposes [music] the cover story. Jax is highly disciplined when it comes to club business. [music] He plans long-term. He thinks three moves ahead. He runs operations involving guns, drugs, foreign cartels, Irish suppliers, rival gangs, and corrupt police.
Keeps it together. He delivers. He follows through. He turns up. So, we know he is capable of high conscientiousness. The wiring is there.
He just doesn't apply any of it to the part of his life he claims is his priority.
He says his sons are everything.
He doesn't take them to the doctor. He says Tara is the future. He doesn't keep his promises to her. He says he wants out. He never makes a single concrete, executable, dated, scheduled, anything written down plan to get out.
There is no exit strategy, no transfer of business, no quiet conversation with a lawyer, no money set aside, no conversation with Wendy, even after she's clear and willing to help. That doesn't end with him using her as a tool for the next bit of [music] club business.
There's just talking.
And then there's the next bit of club business, which somehow always demands his attention.
That is the giveaway. When someone has high conscientiousness on one track of their life and conspicuously none of it on another, you're not looking at a personality split.
You're looking at priorities.
People plan the things they care about.
They don't plan the things they don't care about. He cares about the club.
He talks about wanting out.
Those are different verbs. You probably know someone like this, too. It's the friend who's getting fit, has been getting fit, will get fit, has bought all of the gear, and meanwhile is running a small business with terrifying precision. The conscientiousness isn't missing, it's just misallocated. And what people allocate it to is the answer to what do you value? Talk doesn't count. The showing up counts.
Jax showed up for the gavel every single time without fail.
Okay, attachment. Disorganized and the soap opera is explained [music] here.
Right, now we have to talk about Gemma and John and Clay because no character analysis of Jax Teller works without understanding that this man was wired for chaos before he ever walked into a clubhouse.
Attachment theory gives us four styles.
Secure, you trust people, you handle intimacy, you handle distance.
Anxious, you crave crave closeness, you fear abandonment. Avoidant is where you keep people at arm's length that you so you don't feel vulnerable. And disorganized, you do all of these in inconsistent and contradictory ways, usually because the people who are meant to be your secure base were also a source of the threat or unpredictability.
Well, take a guess which one Jax had.
Gemma, his mother, is enmeshed with him to a degree that makes most viewers uncomfortable from around episode 3. She is controlling. She is manipulative. She is possessive. She is occasionally physically too affectionate in a way the show flags and never quite resolves.
She's willing to do absolutely anything, including murder, to keep him where she wants him. She is simultaneously the only person in his life who has been constantly present and one of the most psychologically dangerous people in his life.
She is a refuge that's also a threat.
Same person.
No warning of which one you're getting on any given day.
That is the foundational disorganized attachment setup right there.
Caregiver as comfort and caregiver as fear with no consistent rule for which.
John Teller, his actual father, is dead before the show starts. He exists as a ghost, as pages in a manuscript, as an idealized, slightly mythologicalized figure that Jax can build a worldview around without ever having to deal with the actual man. John Teller is what Jax wants his father to have been. We don't know what the real one was like in person, and neither does Jax really.
He was a child when his dad died. Clay, the stepfather, is the man who replaced his dad in his mother's bed. The man who runs the club his dad founded. And as Jax eventually discovers, the man who killed his dad.
Clay is the threat dressed as the patriarch. Clay is also, importantly, the man Jax most resembles in temperament and trajectory.
Even though Jax spends the whole show trying not to be him.
You stick all of that together and you have a man whose models of love, authority, and family were mother who smothers and manipulates, father who is sacred absence, a stepfather who is the killer and the king. There is no version of secure attachment available to that child.
There is no template for love feel safe and consistent. There is no template for the authority figure protects you.
There's no template for the basic emotional infrastructure most functional adults take for granted.
So you get adult Jax. He pulls Tara close, pushes her away.
>> [music] >> Tells her she's everything, lies to her about everything.
Cheats, returns, swears devotion, leaves her exposed to his mother who eventually kills her.
The push-pull, the inconsistency, the inability to tolerate either real closeness or real distance, that is textbook disorganized attachment expressing itself in a marriage. He doesn't know how to love her without smothering or abandoning her. He alternates because alternating is what he was taught. His friendships work the same way. Opie is his best friend, his brother, the man he loves most in the world. He also gets him killed. Chibs is the man who holds him together and Jax hands him the gavel and rides off to die. The closer you are, the more dangerous knowing him becomes.
Disorganized attachment in a man with authority and access to guns is statistically going to be very rough on the people who love him.
There's a bit that should haunt anyone who's watched this show closely. Jax is reproducing the architecture for his own sons. He writes them the manuscript.
He's about to die before they know him.
He's about to leave them with a sacred absence and a complicated mother on the same highway with the same hair in the same outfit. He spent the whole show trying not to become Clay and then ended up becoming his own father.
The ghost dad who left his kids notebook.
Disorganized attachment doesn't just hurt the people who love you. It replicates in the people you raise. The next Jax Teller is currently in nappies somewhere in Charming.
The why? The cope that ran out. So, now you have the architecture. High intellectual openness with no follow-through. Lower agreeableness wearing the costume of warmth.
High and rising neuroticism. High extroversion that needs the clubhouse to function.
Selective conscientiousness that always always shows up for the gavel. A disorganized detachment that makes every close relationship a mine.
And put all of that together, and what you have is a man who structurally was always going to end up exactly where Clay ended up.
Same chair. Same kind of decisions. Same kind of body count.
The only meaningful difference between Jax and Clay Clay never wrote a book.
The notebook is key.
Jax needed notebook. He needed the speeches. He needed the plans. The talk of getting out. The manuscript for his sons.
Not because they were going to happen.
Because they were the psychological permission slip that let him keep doing what he was doing without having to become his stepfather in his own head.
He could be on a third gun run for the Irish in the morning and write a page about a clean future in the afternoon.
And the page somehow softened the morning.
The page made him a different man from Clay. In his head, this is the cope. The I'm doing this temporarily until I can get us out. A sentence men in his position have been saying since organized crime was invented.
It has roughly the same expiry date as I'm only smoking until the new year.
This is what makes Sons of Anarchy a tragedy rather than a violent crime drama.
The cope ran out [music] slowly over seven seasons.
Sutter built the architecture so that every time you think Jax has a clean way out, the show closes the door.
The Irish deal that should have been the exit becomes the trap. The legitimate business that should have funded the future becomes another piece of the operation. Tara, who should have been the partner in the new life, becomes the casualty of the old one.
Every time Jax actually approaches the edge of escape, the universe, or the show, or more honestly, the man at the center of it, finds a reason to turn the bike around.
He killed Clay, which meant he could no longer claim to be the man who would have done it differently from Clay. He let Opie die, which meant he could no longer claim brotherhood as the unbreakable thing.
Gemma killed Tara, which meant the whole I'm protecting them line was now a sentence with a corpse attached. He killed Gemma, which meant the last person who'd known him as a son was gone by his own hand. And by the end, when he rides his bike into that truck, same highway, same posture, same Christ pose as his father, what he's doing isn't escape.
He never escaped.
He's the king now.
He's confessed to the club. He's handed over the gavel.
He has done the maths.
And the maths says he is, in fact, exactly his stepfather.
Just with better hair and worse painkillers.
He couldn't live with that. So, he didn't.
The dream of leaving was the only thing that ever made his life tolerable. When the dream collapsed, so did he.
That is the show.
So, this matters for people who don't run those biker clubs. Most of us have a Jax manuscript, at least some version of it.
The thing we're going to do, the person we're going to be, the change we're going to make, the life we're going to start, the plan that exists mostly in our heads.
The book we're going to write, the career we're going to leave, the relationship we're going to fix or end, the body we're going to have, the country we're going to move to.
The most common one in my experience is the relationship.
The thing you keep telling yourself you'll end, the job you'll leave once the right moment comes, the conversation with the parent that's been 6 years in post. The therapy you've been about to start since 2019.
Always just within reach, always 6 months away.
The thing you'll get round to next year, every year for 10 years. The manuscript is sometimes literal.
Some of you watching this have one.
There's a notebook somewhere in a with a 5-year plan in it that's now 8 years old.
Don't pretend. I know I know it's there.
The point isn't that planning is bad.
Planning is fine. Planning is often the first step.
The point is that for some of us, particularly the high openness types who can imagine vividly and the high neuroticism types who find the act of planning soothing, the manuscript is doing a different job than we think it's doing. It's actually substitution.
Writing the page is a version of doing the thing that requires no risk and no commitment.
Once we've written the page, the head is satisfied, and the body never has to move. The page itself is fine. The trouble starts when you mistake the act of writing it for being the kind of person who actually does the thing.
Those are very different people. The first one exists in the notebook. The second one books a ticket, hands in his resignation, makes an awkward phone call, and sells the house. Jax never made it from the first one to the second one. He kept writing in the notebook, and the notebook kept telling him he was the kind of man who would eventually get out. And the eventually never came.
If any of that is uncomfortable, if you have just thought about a manuscript of your own, it might be worth asking a Jax question about it. What single, dated, executable thing have you actually done this month that would only be one? If any of that's uncomfortable, if you've just thought about a manuscript of your own, it might be worth asking a Jax question about it. What single, dated, executable thing have you actually done this month that would only be done by the version of you who exists in the notebook? Not what have you thought about, what have you done? If the answer is nothing, it's not a failure, that's just information.
The notebook is doing a job for you, and it's just worth knowing what that job is.
Whether you keep letting it do the job or whether you start doing the thing the notebook keeps promising, that's a different conversation. For my money, Jax Teller is one of the most psychologically coherent, tragic protagonists television has produced.
Kurt Sutter built him out of Hamlet and bikers, and the rest is a man whose whole arc makes sense once you stop watching the speeches and start watching the choices.
He never tried. Failure would require trying, and Jax never got to the trying.
That's the whole story. Anyway, right.
That's Jax. Who do you want me to do next? Drop it in the comments. I'm going to keep an eye on them, and whatever comes up next, I'm working through the psychology of the messiest people that fiction has offered up to us.
So, drop it down there. Thanks for watching, and I'll see you in the next one.
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