Better Living Through Shutting Up

I have always talked a lot. Too much if you ask anyone who has ever known me or waited on my table or served me drinks or taken my blood pressure or scanned my groceries or sat next to me on a plane. I even “won” an “award” for my loquaciousness — voted “Most Talkative” by my senior class of over 600 students back in 1987. I was actually proud of that superlative at the time. It gave me something to talk about through summer and four years of college.

If I had a dime for every time somebody has told me to slow down, take a breath, chill out or shut up while I was talking, I’d have enough money to pay somebody an excellent salary to act interested while listening to me chatter on.

Ironically, I’ve always admired the strong, silent type. Growing up I idolized such quiet men of action as Steve McQueen, Clint Eastwood, and Caine from Kung Fu. While I continue to hold such men and others like them in high regard, I’ve never tried to emulate them. I never really saw the point. I’ve always felt that any attempt by me to restrain myself verbally would be an exercise in futility. Like trying to get a cricket to stop chirping.

But I recently was forced to ask myself (probably because nobody else was around) an important question: “How’s that working out for you?”

It’s not. Being overly verbose is starting to take its toll on me. I’m no longer okay with it being such a large part of my history and identity. Now that I’m in my early 40s, my talkativeness has, quite frankly, become exhausting. I’m just now starting to experience what anyone who has ever had to interact with me must have experienced immediately.

A lifetime of verbal diarrhea is causing dehydration of my soul. And since there’s no equivalent of Immodium or Kaopectate to treat my condition, I have decided to go naturopathic and simply force myself to shut the f-ck up.

I’m proud to announce I’m already making strides. I’ve started practicing yoga and, despite sucking at it, have been surprised to discover how much pleasure there is in being in a room full of people and not saying a word (other than “Namaste”) for over an hour.

I recently attended a dinner party at a friend’s house and vowed to myself beforehand that I would not make myself the center of attention, for a change. And I succeeded, at least to some extent. Several acquaintances did grow concerned over my lack of obnoxious outbursts and interruptions and asked if everything was okay, which got me on a roll.

I still have a looong way to go before anyone categorizes me as strong and silent, but I’m at least working on decreasing the chances of being instantly labeled as garrulous and insufferable. There certainly are many benefits and incentives driving my quest for quietude. I’ve already noticed that shutting up more frequently has enabled me to catch my breath, increase my circulation and decrease my anxiety. In addition, by not incessantly running off at the mouth or thinking about what to say next, I can actually absorb what’s being said by other people, many of whom I’ve found to be — now get this — even more interesting to me than I am. Who knew?

Now, don’t think I don’t realize the contradiction that is present here as I use an excessive amount of words to describe my foray into shutting up. I liken it to when children play The Quiet Game (“Let’s see who can be quite the longest — starting… now”). Almost immediately after the announcement that the game has commenced, there’s always at least one kid who feels compelled to interrupt the game in progress to express or explain something. They do so and then say, “Okay, starting… NOW,” and shut up again.

That’s me. I’m the kid who wants to play The Quiet Game but who keeps losing and resetting the timer to give himself another chance. I’ll get there. I’m not saying I’m attempting to achieve a year-long or month-long or even day-long vow of silence, but I’m confident I can become the kind of man who listens more than he speaks, breathes more than he blurts, and who, when he does choose to open his mouth, more often than not actually has something useful, insightful and thoughtful to impart.

Okay, starting… NOW. TC mark

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  • Michaelwg

    I suggest Suba Diving, and taking a Sign Language class.

  • Maja

    I should try this too :))
    “A lifetime of verbal diarrhea is causing dehydration of my soul” – this is so beautiful, and so true!

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  • Freckles

    I am the opposite. I have always been really quiet. I like to talk among friends but I’m terrified of talking around other people and I’m often forgotten. I have been left out of countless group photos because people simply forgot I was there. Here in my 20s I’m trying to break out of my shell and start talking to people.

  • http://eclectic-i.blogspot.com Jahmila Rosario

    talk a lot or don’t talk at all. do what you wanna do. be who you wanna be. people just have to deal with it :)

  • http://szfb.wordpress.com szfb

    “That’s me. I’m the kid who wants to play The Quiet Game but who keeps losing and resetting the timer to give himself another chance.”

    this is so true story for me too. haha

  • Jim Viccaro

    Greg, shut the fuck up! I know I had to say that to you once or twice in High School! lol!

    • http://gravatar.com/mclevin Greg Levin

      You didn’t say it loud enough, though, Jim. It didn’t work!

  • http://www.facebook.com/ianbrusby Ian Brusby

    Hey Greg, I remember us chilling out on the beach in Valencia. Well, I was chilling out, you were usually ad-lib rapping!

    • http://www.amazon.com/Greg-Levin/e/B0051AYWFI Greg Levin

      Yeah, I was such a walking stereotype back then, Ian — a single-father Jewish rapper living in Spain. How cliche.

  • Liv

    This was interesting to read. I’ve always been te opposite–introverted and I spend more time living in my head than conversing with the world around me. I was always jealous of those for whom conversation was as natural as breathing. Thanks for sharing.

  • nicole

    This was a really good article for me to read. I am 18 and already have noticed my same verbal diarrhea. I find my self over-sharing and over-stating and all in all over-talking. To help, I take a breath and tell myself that I don’t always have to be the first to talk or most to talk, and think about it in terms of giving a quiet person another chance. Though I do slip sometimes by nature. I’m human. It’s a day by day process, but every little silence is a huge accomplishment. :)

  • http://www.facebook.com/thetkproject TK

    So, you’re overcompensating by writing everything you would have said in an article that speaks about you shutting up indefinitely? That’s funny :)

    • http://www.amazon.com/Greg-Levin/e/B0051AYWFI Greg Levin

      Um, yeah — I even addressed that very fact IN the article.

      And nobody said anything about me shutting up INDEFINITELY. That’s just crazy talk.

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