Tuesday, February 5, 2008

I have been labelled taray, astig, suplada (basically, a bitch) war-freak and other  adjectives along that line. Ummmm....not true, medyo lang(slightly).

I have been known to be quite fearless and almost panic-free in hair-raising situations. I am not afraid of the dark, nor of horror movies, nor of multo (ghost), bampira (vampire) and manananggal (a half-bodied woman flying around with bat-like-wings happily sucking out fetuses from pregnant women- a supernatural being indigenous in the Philippines)

You can count on me to be the one to light fireworks, climb on trees and face a bully for you. You can expect me to take you to the ER driving like MadMax (wait, too retro) umm.... driving like the
But! Do not! Please!... let a real-live-turkey near me!

Icka said Mom, face your fears. Gosh! Give me a break! It's not as if I'll be a lesser person if I refuse to rub-noses with a freaking turkey. Okay. Okay. Ethan is watching. I have to show him that mom is fearless.

I am not afraid of the dark and of other supernatural stuff because I was raised not to. 

I am scared stiff of turkeys (male specifically) because I was chased and pecked by one (owned by our neighbor Ka Celing) when I was 6.

What is there to fear but fear itself?  

The greatest fear is fear itself.

Wise words. True enough.

For me, fear is an unfortunate experience related to a specific event, person or circumstance that developed into anxiety as what happened to my turkey terror. This turkey business was reinforced when a few years after the turkey terror, a couple of geese (again, owned by Ka Celing) went after me. At age 23, a flock of geese and a couple of turkeys went after me a as I was hanging-out clothes to dry in my ma-in-law's backyard. I don't know if it's me or these feathered-terrors!

As Pavlov will likely agree (if he were alive today), I was conditioned to fear turkeys, geese, ducks and other fine-feathered-friends (yours, not mine). Not chickens. I like them, especially the fried ones.

What now? Face your fears! It will set you free. Visualize a "fearless" you rising to the occasion....experiencing new thrills....plunging into new challenges....being useful to mankind and setting a good example to young minds..................

Show Me That Turkey! (But make sure it's inside the cage)

Posted by desperateblogger On 2/05/2008 10:12:00 AM 6 comments


  1. engaging, funny, inspiring...thanks! looking forward to reading more of your blogs :-)

  2. turkeys, geese, "bingala" (i don't know the known term for these fierce fowls) are the bane of my childhood existence in the province (countryside). LOL. but i didn't grow phobia like you did. :D

  3. hahaha... great, at least in a way i'm not alone ...

  4. I used to hate these fowls because my lola used to have a few. Whenever I go to their house to visit them, these turkeys would charge at me. I don't know why.

    When some were cooked, I can't eat them because in a way, i "knew" them :)

    Funny post.

  5. same here. can't, won't eat turkey. maybe we have "something" that attracts these turkeys to us.

  6. Maybe in your past life you did something bad to these feathered ones. :) Well, I wouldn't want to be chased by turkeys and the like too. But know what, I don't like seeing stuffed turkeys. I just have goose bumps looking at that hole with all those stuffing.


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