A THERAPY SESSION WITH MYSELF

There’s a character named You, and another named Me.

Shane Zimmerman is You. Bryant Jager is Me. And Nick Roy is Alex.

You, Me and Alex are all the same person.

Me is Alex sitting at his desk, struggling with writer’s block, only leaving his apartment to buy more beer.

You is Alex’s conscience. You wants Me to get out more, to socialize more often, to overcome his anxiety and depression.

Alex himself is always in the past, reliving bad experiences that led to his current hermitage.

Watching You, Me and Alex is like watching Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, with Me as Scrooge at present, You as the Ghost of Christmas Past, and Alex as Scrooge in days gone by.

Instead of frugality, Alex suffers from Asperger’s syndrome, social anxiety and depression. And when I say suffers, that’s something of an understatement.

There’s a little bit of Alex in everyone—wondering how we ever made it through high school, revisiting past decisions and thinking about the path not taken—but A Therapy Session With Myself gives us a glimpse of what life can be like when we let our phobias get the best of us.