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Social Media, Psychology and the New Year

So I realize the title to my blog is “Random bits of poetry and essay,” and I haven’t exactly being striving to live up to the title’s description. Thus far I have only written poetry. But alas, that is going to change tonight. As the year comes to a close, it seems that a myriad of social media-inspired novelties have hit the internet to celebrate the ending of one year and the arrival of the next year. Whether it is some uplifting quote about letting go of the past or a meme about the annoyance people foolishly believing that this is the year they will stick to their resolutions, I found myself taken by one on Instagram. The image I am referring to can be found at the end of this post-please don’t skip ahead-and I want to describe the psychological game it played on my mind.

First and foremost, I think a basic description of the image is in order. In a nut shell, it a crossword puzzle style image that asks viewers to pick out the first three words he/her sees. By doing so, one will uncover how their 2015 will go. I know. I know. My initial reaction was somewhere between a gag and awkward giggle on the absurdity spectrum, but I did it anyway. What can I say? I am a half-hearted fool for New Year shenanigans. The three words that I instantly saw were love, beauty, and popular. My first reaction bordered on that of being extremely underwhelmed and utterly upset (I am at war with myself on the daily. It’s a Gemini thing, maybe?). Those three words seemed so basic to others I found upon further viewing and I kind of hated what it unintentionally said about me. That is, I am a needy, vain, and attention-starved individual. So I commented my results and moved on.

Or so I thought. But low and behold after drinking a few, beer and wine are my main vices, I found myself drawn to the image again and my results.  Now I will preface by saying I am no psychologist. My experience with the subject lies in a one high school class and two collegiate ones. However, I am willing to bet from a psychological standpoint that the words that generally stand out to people give insight to his/her character. Say what!? This might not be as astounding as I think it is, my damn vices, but it moved me nonetheless. Love, beauty, and popular suddenly became these beacons for insecurities that I try to hide on the daily.

For instance, the first one, love, hits a chord in me in ways that I am ashamed to admit. However, at the moment I am feeling pretty shameless, so here we go. Anyone remember a little ditty by T-Swizzle aka Taylor Swift called, “Shake it off.” She belts out a line that goes “I go on too many dates, but I can’t make ‘em stay…” well I felt that line a little too deeply. I am guilty of going on too many dates, but up to this point it doesn’t seem like I can make it work. There is a natural feeling of inadequacy surrounding that, but my point is will I achieve love in 2015 or is that more directed at my inner desire to find love?

The next one, beauty, follows suit as well. I hate throwing out generalizations, but I believe a lot of gay men have a concern with their appearance- hell, I think that is a generalization for Americans in general- but that’s a topic for another day. I am no different. A little embarrassing anecdote, while my cousin was visiting for Christmas I took, what I believed, was a really good picture on Instagram. I couldn’t stop looking at it to the point where my cousin got a little annoyed with me. Side note- if Narcissus had Instagram instead of a river to look at his image, he probably could have avoided that death by drowning bit.  Just saying.  But my point is I have always been extremely insecure with my looks, so is it saying I will achieve satisfaction with my appearance or is it just detecting my low self-esteem issues.

Lastly, is the popular word. If you’ve been following my train of thought I am guessing you can guess where this one is going.  Yes, I am one of those needy types that has the extreme want to be liked…by everyone. I honestly don’t know where I picked it up from. Possibly because we moved so  much when I was growing up, (new schools and such) or the fact that my dad seemed to know everyone when I was growing up (restaurant and shopping trips, he always found someone), I have always craved the company and attention of others. I sort of want to be a male Kim Kardashian, but without all the nudity required to get there. Can’t I be a prude socialite? But again, is it saying that I will be well-known in 2015 or is it just getting my attention because I want to be popular?

My conclusion I believe is pretty obvious. The words highlight things that one is interested in or the things that one is insecure about. Maybe I have lost my faith in fortune telling devices-palm readings and tarot cards have never worked for me in the past-but I think I am just accepting it for what it seems to be indicating by my results. So here is my challenge to you reader. Honestly do the challenge for yourself and analyze your results in a manner similar to mine. Do your results seem similar?

-Jurri Saddler Jr.

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Currency of Pain

Currency of Pain
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
Written: 12 Sept 2014

Common knowledge suggests words can hurt
Provoking the reality in a person to pervert
To a point where perspective is corroded
The beat of being now coded

Foggy thoughts thicken with poison
Naïve hearts descend to frozen
Happiness in veins start to congeal
Self-doubt is all that is real

To the ones who developed an aptitude
At holding the weight of verbal abuse
Plaster a false smile that touches the eyes
Hide the echoes of a foreseen demise

Today it’s a natural and a common exchange
To barter with the currency of pain
Make sure to grow your skin thick
Or risk becoming their nuisance

A joke about your shifting frame
Don’t like it, you can always change
Their snickers will fade from head
A new you formed by what others said

But what about traits rigidly set
How can one reasonably correct
The splash of race to which he was born
Or the culture from which she was formed

When people attack at individual’s roots
This can promote tragedy to brew
Possibly hate for the world or himself
A feeling like she’s teetering off life’s shelf

Yet we continue to boldly tease
Shading it under friendship’s normalcy
It is something that has become common place
Funny that malice has a natural taste

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The Game

The Game
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
Written: 04 Sept 2014

My memory has a tendency to make shadows
Blacking out things that I used to know
I can see experience flee and contort
Like a maze with no end, out of sorts

Last night my fingers fell wildly stale
Over written memories that fatally fail
To inspire emotion from a stalled state
There is no chance to resuscitate

Words meant to light up our connection
A stoic friendship meant for detection
Yet signed platitudes are hard to decipher
Bonds diminished by life’s accidental sniper

When heat spills on books meant to chill time
A side effect in a mind prone to decline
Recollections, like steam, tend to evaporate
The structure of brain much weaker than slate

So I cling to eyes for some solid foundation
Reminding myself of our joint creation
But I know that time is fond of the game
With ubiquity of people, recognition is maimed

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Unfiltered

Unfiltered
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
17 July 2014

Within my mind there’s precipitation
Humid and damp with anticipation
Thinking of the day my heart will crack
Letting that one soul attach

Yet in my heart I think you’ve always existed
Clinging between each beat with such persistence
That I never should have felt any solitude
For with me you weathered each bruise

By chance one day our lives will collide
Souls that compliment reflected in each other’s eyes
The attraction splashed in truth and real
Like the beauty of rain drops on a window sill

And we will float in vivid conversation
Reveling in one another’s creation
Quick to let the broken parts fall astray
As flooded debris flowing down the way

You won’t mind that I walk in eccentric
In your company I’ll hum electric
Sparked by the miracle of your essence
Voluntarily drowning myself in your presence

And for once I will erode my low esteem
Comfortable and safe in love-sewn seams
For through you I will let the past sink
Forget about the times I slipped on the brink

Not a day will flick by without my gratitude
My words to your ears meant to soothe
In a world polluted with deafening litter
The tone of my heart will be unfiltered

So looking to the stars that slowly fleet
I blink back fog filled with defeat
Aware in hope danger is tightly bound
But the thought of you silences the sound

 

 

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Brain Waves (Poetry Post)

Brain Waves
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

04 June 2014

It has been said that our brains consist of waves
Where our thoughts and emotions are paved
Their tune-something erratic
As stable as broken static

I guess that is why it is hard to grasp
As I lay among disbanded blue glass
About the violence within a fit
The aftermath of a mind blitzed???

As I root for checkered shards
Aware that my core should be charred
Yet I sweep with unregulated ease
My outburst within each severed piece

In this state, do waves keep pace
And flow in patterns easy to trace
The chaos is pointedly infrequent
Like a storm in paradise-delinquent

Remember the time I became a shout
From my eyes fell tides of doubt
Brother-sister, in your room
A strained chuckle, the tide became smooth

Or the time my foot melded with pedal
Eager to collide with four-wheeled metal
The aftermath of that collision
Offered craved-calm with precision

Some times I want the control of a pill
To make the waves in my head still
I’m afraid when the brain spikes into rage
That I will get lost within a wave

Forever floating……

 

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