My feeling then was of forlornness, of the desperate inadequacies of this human...

My feeling then was of forlornness, of the desperate inadequacies of this human linguistic apparatus that we employ to forestall, a little longer, aloneness, and of how futile these fumblings so often are. In the next lurch of solitude I began trying to add to the list of things not to say to someone in your marriage: Don't ever use a pen while lying on the bed; don't ever forget to put the cap back on a pen after using the pen; don't ever use a pen if it's new; put items in the refrigerator at ninety-degree angles; do not throw things in the bathroom trash if there are already a lot of things in the trash; don't ever lie on the bed, made or unmade, in your clothes; don't get into the bed without having showered; don't put your bag on the bed, don't put your bag on the chair, don't put your bag on the counter, don't put your bag on the table; don't ever do the laundry; don't bite your nails; don't put the toilet paper facing out; don't put the toilet paper facing in; don't accelerate quickly; don't wear those colors together, don't wear those colors together, don't wear a stripe and a plaid, don't wear that shirt, that looks bad on you, that looks bad on you, and that looks bad on you, and that looks bad on you, and that looks bad on you too, are you sure you want to wear that, that looks bad on you; please stay out of the house one night a week, please stay out of the house a couple of nights a week so I can have some privacy; don't put that there; don't put that there; that plastic cup was given to me by my grandmother; don't use my towel; don't use my bathroom; you don't understand your own family; you don't understand your own role in your own family; you don't understand what people think of you; you don't understand other people; you don't understand me, you don't understand yourself; I need money for clothes, I need money for credit cards, I need money for school; don't cut your meat on the plate, that sound is awful, cut your meat on the cutting board before putting it on your plate; don't touch me. And when I was done

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