The air is water. I am water. Protected and encumbered, by a roof and walls. I am here, on plastic. Red plastic. My fingers move on plastic squares, with a roof, over my head.
I see my future. Many people. Rules, lines, plastic cards.
She has done things her way, on her terms. And she has loved people, and given, all along the way. She is one of my personal heroes. If you choose to be awhiner, and claim to be a genius – victimizing your entire generation, well, good luck with that. She is an ultimate, conscientious objector.
This term is generally associated with opposing violence. A person who seeks peace and refuses to participate, in military service. Some choose to take on other war services, such as being a medic. There are various outlooks; from fleeing the draft, to persevering, through the courts, with the conviction, their perspective, honorable.