I'm really psyched that the Sox won the world series.  I'm glad I came to Boston just in time to see them doing well and to see the people in hordes on the streets, performing the celebratory dance as seen on tv by Papelbon.  Undoubtedly awesome!

But the police wouldn't let me go down the street to my apartment last night.  The whole area was blocked off.  And they weren't the usual cops either-- they had batons, which they twirled in their hands as they shook their heads when I asked if I'd be able to walk down the street to get home.  wtf?  

I had a place to stay for the night, but now I'm wondering if I should've staggered through that crowd and pleaded nstead of giving up so easily.  I didn't put up much of a fight.  Then again, if I knew I had to get to the apt, I would've reasoned with an officer.

This leads me to wonder:  how often do I give up without a "fight"? and when is it worth fighting for?  

I don't give up easily when it comes to crossword puzzles.  I pretty much torture myself with the word challenges until I'm crosseyed.

But I have this thing with authority:  if several uniformed officers are staring at me in stony silence, I get a little intimidated, and say "oh ok, nevermind, have a nice day" -so to speak.  As if speaking up is going to cause my own imprisonment.  

And then, sometimes I really don't care.  There is suggestion of apathy in giving up.  It's not necessarily a bad thing...sometimes giving up and letting go is the way to go.