I’ve heard of some pretty scary things out there, but for the moment, this clearly tops the list.

Speed Shrinking is not the latest diet fad. It is actually, according to a New York Times article, an emceed, 3 minute therapy session.

I wonder if it is catered?

It takes me at least 3 minutes to settle in my chair, get comfortable, clear my throat and fluff my hair. Could I possibly have any time left to complain about my life?

Apparently, some of these sessions are held in bookstores. I was told that going to bookstores was a good place to met someone of the opposite sex. Browse an area of interest, they say, with the hope of finding someone with the same interests. Foreign or exotic travel, science, non fiction…But, stay away from self help books, one is warned. After all is Mr/Ms Right attractive when they are searching for answers to their purported failings?  “Step right up”, barks the emcee, “bare your soul, expose your inner most fears, meet other neurotics, have a latte.”

I, for one, know that there are a some things that can be successfully accomplished in 3 minutes. Boiling an egg to perfection, comes to mind.

Getting an answer to your fears and insecurities…not so much.