December 29, 2018 – Popeye, Bluto and Olive

I just watched an old black and white Popeye cartoon from 1933 entitled, “Let’s Get Movin'”… an apt title wherein Olive has hired Bluto as her “movin’ man” on movin’ day and Popeye shows up unexpectedly to help her move but didn’t know about Bluto being there. And the scene is set.

Well… as is customary in a Popeye cartoon, Bluto starts to beat up on Popeye to make points with Olive. After Popeye downs an entire can of spinach, Bluto takes a beating and Popeye ends up winning. I think the entire cartoon took about 7 minutes maybe 8.

Wouldn’t it be great if real life was like that? I can think of so many difficult situations (the Olives in our lives) in which if all we needed was to down a can of spinach and become strong like Popeye, that we would be able to fight and beat the Blutos (whoever or whatever Bluto is) and win the day. Sadly, real life is not like that. Sometimes Bluto beats us up and we crawl away to lick our wounds, hoping we will be strong enough to fight Bluto another day. What is it that keeps us going like that, that keeps us coming back? I think there are many Blutos that come into our lives, that a “Bluto” is anything we believe is too big or too complicated or too strong for us to handle on our own and the “spinach” is actually what we’re made up of deep inside. So, over time, rather than down a can of spinach when we meet up with a Bluto, we tap into that which is already inside of us and we fight and we win the day. It may not be the win we wanted or hoped for, but it can be sort of a win which will give us the confidence to get up tomorrow and face another day and another Bluto.

“I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam. I’m Popeye, the Sailor Man.” Toot-toot..

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