It’s Gilda Sue’s Mail Bag! “Gilda Sue-icide Hotline!”

Hello, lovelies!

This week’s letter is from Frimunt.And that’s this person’s name, y’all. Not a town. And I’m not sure if this Frimunt is male or female, but no matter. My answer will be the same, regardles.

OK. Frimunt writes,

“Dear Gilda Sue, I have lost faith in my dreams, my family, my friends, and my religion. Everything and everyone around me seem to lack the depth and substance that make life worth living. I’d kill myself, but I’m afraid of dying. What should I do?”

Well, Frimunt, hon, thanks for giving me a little break from all the tough questions. This is simple, because you are on the right track. At least half-way.

Y’all, the world is totally full of meshugeners and putzes wading around in ankle deep waters volleying hollow and meaningless banter at one another and dressing it up as thoughtful discourse, whether it be on the broad public forum or in seemingly intimate, personal relationships. But, as for being afraid to die, oy! That’s just crazy.

Hon, first of all, death is a lie, and once you realize that, it stops being so scary.

Here’s the thing, bubee. I grew up in a small town and once I could buy my own bus ticket (or secretly borrow some money from my mama’s purse to buy my own bus ticket), I moved as far away as that bus would take me, and I never went back. Now, when I left, those people in my home town didn’t think I was dead. Well, actually, my bobeshi did think I was dead for a few days, and she’s never forgiven me for giving her such a scare. But my point is that I wasn’t dead. And though it is possible for me to return to my hometown, I’ve just never had a reason to do so, which is why I left in the first place. I moved forward. I changed residences. And that’s all “dying” really is.

Disclaimer, hon: Neither Rabbi Spiderman, Father Fitzpatrick, or Pastor Grizzle agree with me on this. And, I don’t claim to know what the forwarding address will be for you, but I feel fairly certain that whatever it is, you should definitely not be afraid of to “die.”

So, no worries. Thanks for your question, Frimunt, and happy trails!

I look forward to your queries, y’all. Leave one in the comment box below, find me at The Gilda Sue Rosenstern Computer Internet Show, or on the facebook!

Cheers!

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About gildasuerosenstern

The Deep South's gabbiest half Jewish talk show hostess on a never-ending quest for fame, cosmic truth, the mensch of her dreams, and a "real-real rockin'" cocktail!

Posted on June 6, 2011, in It's Gilda Sue's Mail Bag! and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. A round of applause for your article.Really looking forward to read more. Really Cool.

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