Fear Of Flying Testo

Phyllis was a physicist, a fairly good ventriloquist, a free-lance photographer but don?t call her a feminist. Some challenges she?d nail on the very first try, but she felt like a failure for she was afraid to fly. Our friend the ace in physics found herself in a great fix: had to book a flight from Philly to her family out in Phoenix. F-f-fear of flying made her positively petrified But she could brave math equations; she could face her fear and fly. Fortunately our feisty physicist found a fancy, pricey therapist Felix P. Fellini Neo-Freudian psychologist (the P stands for Phredrick) He said Phyllis, first and foremost we must identify whether your father or your mother made you so afraid to fly. Our physicist got physical confronting her fears pounding on pillows chastising empty chairs After four thousand dollars and forty thousand tears, although she?s still afraid to fly, at least now she can tell you why. (Maybe she doesn?t fully understand... but she?s so close) She met her friend the phrenologist who was once a pharmacologist until 1967 when he met up with a Marxist but that?s another story I may bore you by and by. For now let?s stick to Phyllis who is still afraid to fly. The former pharmacologist gave Phyllis a flask of a pretty potent potion He said Put on this medical mask. It?s flammable fluid What?s in it? Don?t ask. But if you want to learn to fly, this stuff is sure to get you high. (I mean, metaphorically, of course. By the way, you have some very interesting bumps on your head) Phyllis of Philadelphia finally felt free of phobia Fifteen hours later she found herself in Florida waxing philosophic with a fellow Gemini How she got there, she?s forgotten. Now she?s more afraid to fly. Though phobic about airports she phoned that very night She said Look, I need to book a f-f-f-f-f-f-flight. Have you got one to Phoenix? Tomorrow? Alright. Sure, tomorrow?s fine for me to fly. Oh my. She boarded the plane with her Walkman playing Streisand Frozen to her seat, about to greet the friendly skies and when the wheels left the asphalt, she could feel It?s do or die. When she forced her eyes open she was floating in the sky And it was fabulous, fantastic, it was even kind of fun It felt freeing to be flying so much closer to the sun. And when the flight was over she cried Look how far I?ve come. Why flee from fear when I can fly? There?s the greatest high . You can see if you are able there?s a moral to this fable. You?re safe and sound on the ground it?s comfy staying stable Fighting diffidence can be difficult we can all identify. But if you face your fear and do it you may find that you can fly.