Jada Ferguson
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A World Like No Other
There is no fantasy world that has captivated its’ fans more than professional wrestling (sports entertainment). The love for wrestling is so uncontainable, it has survived decades, while commanding the loyalty of people of all generations and livelihoods. If you started watching wrestling as a child there was a moment in time when you truly believed that these men and women really hated/loved one another and wanted to stomp a mudhole in each other. No one thinks that the One Ring being destroyed in Mount Doom was a documentary. People are not running into walls at the 9 ¾ platform trying to catch the train to Hogwarts. The world knows Bran Stark does not govern over anyone and no one is waiting on a Jedi to finally make sure the Empire stops striking back. Sadly, heels (the antagonist) of professional wrestling have been stabbed, attacked, harassed, and threatened by “fans” who are too consumed by the fantasy. So many people got hurt trying to mimic the dangerous pro-wrestling moves, the WWE used to have a disclaimer telling fans "to not try this at home." On several occasions I saw my life flash before me, as my brother and his best friend did the Dudley Boyz special on me. The moment I recovered I went right back to play fighting with them. People are so engrossed with the wrestling world, danger and reason are of no concern to them. I can guarantee that countless people believed Diamond Dallas Paige kidnapped Undertaker’s wife Sarah. There were several thousand people who thought Stone Cold was beating on a truly hospitalized Vince McMahon. Fans felt personally betrayed when The Heartbreak Kid gave Marty Jannetty sweet chin music in the Barber Shop. The soul captivating immersive nature of the wrestling world even caught hold of my psyche for one distinctive instance. I have an image of The Rock bloody in the middle of the ring at the end of a Smackdown episode that has not left my brain since the night I saw it. The image that follows that one in my mental View Master is of a very young version of myself on my knees in the middle of living room with tears and snot pouring out of me.
By Jada Ferguson4 years ago in Geeks
Socanomics Encompasses...
It is a transformative spiritual experience when you truly connect your soul to your body. Those who have the freedom of mobility maneuver through life unappreciative of the gift of movement. Dance is the release of all the tension the body holds. It is the telling of all the stories of ones’ ancestors and ones’ descendants. It is futuristic folklore. Love. Safety. Understanding. Warmth and Comfort. It is cooling and centering, while somehow erupting the parts of yourself that had been dormant during your moments of stillness.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Viva
The Most Selfless Character in a Book
I almost entitled this “The Most Important Elephant to Have Ever Fictionally Existed”, then I thought of Dumbo. This will not be a debate about which character means more to the world because I do not have the heart to compare the two.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Humans
There's A Witch Under The Stairs
There are facets of my personality I have forgotten. Parts of myself that I thought were non-negotiable and non-refundable. The night used to be my nemesis. An unrelenting enemy that ravaged my sane thoughts and sent me plummeting into negativity nightly.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Humans
The Review Board
The concept of me transferring my usual intense verbal rants into written ones was initially given to me by my therapist. It is hilarious that I can acknowledge her statements years later. Most of the time when I sat across from her, I would leave the positive commentary she gave, in the crevices of the couch. The realizations about my state of mind would rush out the office door before me to make it as difficult as possible for me to make it back home. Maybe the encouraging suggestions that were meant to ignite my spirit ventured out of the office when all the lights were out, and everyone had exited the building. Then unsure of where I resided, a portion of my perspective purpose, wandered around Brooklyn trying to find my voice. It must have been exhausted. All those years searching for the host that had no concern or interest in its’ existence.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Journal
Ads Of Humanity
I was zig zagging through a bustling crowd. There were waves of people. Waves warring with one another. So many going forward and so many going backwards. You have never seen an ocean like this. Technically I did not see it either, but I could feel all of them hovering over me. Suffocating me. Trying to crash into me, going out of their way to collapse on top of me. I was in full panic, upright crawling to a destination I did not want to reach. To upright crawl is for the world to see you moving like an adult as your subconscious is barely able to lift your head off the floor. Who knows what time my class was that day? Who knows if I did the assignment we were tasked to complete? I did not know a thing in that moment until a flyer was shoved into my hand. I have no clue what the flyer was, but it sparked an idea.
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Blush
On Friday, August 28, 2020
It was simultaneously a communal and solitary spiritual dance; The clouds and the air were inhaling all we were emitting; The commitment we made, was not to be pushed aside and observed with a glance; All the voices, dreams, and afflictions stood together refusing to adhere to the ordinance of submitting; There was a stillness to the movement; An unbound presence melded with focused and tenacious aspirations; We laid out the issues that have and will always be this nations' most prevalent; Human beings abused, murdered and refused justice by a system that needs foundational renovations; The blueness of the sky from that afternoon is tattooed onto me; The stone from the monuments started chipping away to reveal the eyes of my ancestors; I pray the whole world could see; We were laying new groundwork for our successors; I breathed differently that summer day; All my complacency left to decay
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Poets
