A: Right? I know. Trust me, it bothers me.
My first thought is that it’s to keep me quiet. Because the minute you mention a famous name, people start to doubt you. The first time I told the story online, I changed the names of everyone (like I did here), so people would just read the story and not start a “fact-checking session.” I just needed to get those words out somewhere, to explain what I’d just survived. Here I did it for legal reasons, because the site is public, searchable, and the last thing I really want is to get snared into a case of slander.
To claim something as crazy as, “Oh I loved this dead guy but also he was a semi-famous musician but also he was a demon,” is like literally the most fucking weird shit anyone can say. And that’s not even the fucking weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me, so. It’s very alienating.
But also, maybe it’s like “What Dreams May Come,” where someone comes into my life “dressed” as someone else so I can place a face to the person who has come into my life to help me. I thought about it obsessively when things with “Alex” first ended, when I wanted to convince myself I was insane. When believing I’d had a dip into pure psychosis was better than what really happened.
I mean maybe it was never Alex, you know? Whoever he is is someone that is really, really good at mimicry, so. I mean there’s a great chance it was only ever a demon, and never Alex at all. To be honest, that answer hurts so much I can’t think about it being true. I’ll just wait until I die to find that out, when it won’t matter as much anymore. It will make watching his soul be destroyed a truly magnificent moment.
But there was a time I really loved him, you know? There’s a photo series that keeps coming up on another social media site I frequent where he is flirting with whoever is taking his picture and his eyes are dark and mischievous and his smirking mouth makes my heart like a pebble skipping across clear water. And I just. I just.
In the early days, we asked Alex if he knew any famous people. He said that being “famous” is kind of a …. joke over there. Like it’s something you get teased for. People only really ever identify you as that person, for better or worse. So when you’ve had a Really Famous life, you have experiences here AND there that no one else really understands, which creates a little… group. Clique?
Anyway, he said yeah, of course he knew people who are recently dead and famous musicians. He had a little crew of people he talked to a lot, people we also occasionally talked to (more often whenever Alex became sick and they started to intervene to warn us that he was waaaayyy more ill than we knew).
I honestly think the fact that I know other musicians is really only coincidental, not that I have some kind of cosmic tie to them. Actually, one of them hasn’t been friends with Alex in a long, long time (pre-Alex) and is only really my friend. Also I, interestingly enough, am not a fan of his music from this life, though others are. So I mean…
tl;dr: maybe I am, maybe I’m not.