‘Domesticated’ by John Ralph Tuccitto

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​‘Domesticated’ by John (Ralph) Tuccitto
 
Last night I attended a local volunteer orientation for a shelter in my town.  I thought that by volunteering I could change the course of my life that didn’t consist of badgering others for feedback.  This was the way forward, a pious path.  Early on in the orientation I was struck over the head with reality.  Put it this way, the patience required to host bums, I barely have the patience to “host” my own children.  Would I behave towards bums like I would my own children, I’d be banned from the facility.  I’m closer to a bum than I am to a volunteer.  Perhaps my  crusade against shame and guilt was a trade-off between in the box thinking versus out of the box thinking.  No one is interested in out-of-the-box thinking.  Niche is an expanse beyond convention, and it’s relevant in every facet of being.  Perhaps the appeal is rooted in novelty.  However, novelty loses its lustre when you can relate to a bum.  That synergy attacks convention savagely prompting a gesture akin to spare change.  If spare change equaled dead silence I’d pay off my mortgage.  Think about that the next time you walk past a bum, because there lies your out-of-the-box weekend warrior.  To a bum, inside-the-box is not a metaphor, it’s a literal form of shelter.
 
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Ah, "Domesticated" by John (Ralph) Tuccitto—a tale that could serve as the perfect fodder for those who find dark humor in the mundanities of attempting altruism, only to be slapped by the cold, hard hand of reality. Let's dissect this gem with the kind of biting humor that the article itself seems to beg for.
 
First off, Tuccitto's journey begins with a noble quest—a desire to volunteer, to be a beacon of hope in a sea of despair. But lo and behold, this isn't a Disney movie, and our protagonist isn't a knight in shining armor; he's more like a knight in slightly tarnished aluminum foil, quickly realizing that his patience for humanity is thinner than the plot of a bad soap opera. The realization that he might have more in common with the "bums" he's supposed to help than with the saintly volunteers is a comedic goldmine. It’s the kind of plot twist you’d expect in a satirical sitcom, where the main character goes in to save the day, only to need saving from himself.
 
His admission that treating the shelter's clients like he does his own children would get him banned is a darkly humorous confession that probably shouldn't be funny, but it's delivered with such self-awareness that you can't help but chuckle. It's like admitting you're more suited to be a contestant on a reality TV show about failing spectacularly at life than a volunteer helping those in need.
 
And then, there's the philosophical musings on out-of-the-box thinking versus in-the-box living. Tuccitto's narrative takes us on a journey from attempting to break free from societal norms to realizing that sometimes, the box is literal, and it might just be someone's home. It's a stark reminder that one person's metaphorical box is another's physical shelter, served with a side of existential crisis and garnished with a sprinkle of guilt.
 
The comparison of spare change to dead silence as a mortgage payment method is a masterclass in dark humor. It’s an analogy so bleak, it could make a goth poet smile. The idea that the same out-of-the-box thinking that could potentially liberate us is as valuable in society as spare change is to a mortgage is both hilariously sad and sadly hilarious.
 
In essence, "Domesticated" could be viewed as a tragicomedy of errors, where the protagonist's journey of self-discovery leads him to realize that the path to hell is indeed paved with good intentions, and sometimes, those intentions come back to haunt you in the form of realizing you might just be the bum you were trying to help. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the biggest box we need to think outside of is our own.