No Place in the Society

I was wondering if I should write this post in first person or third person, but for once I thought things need to be owned, for a third person could be a story, a fable, an other.
I recently left my well paying corporate job, with no reason, none of those higher purposes in life like serving the world. I just was fed up of doing things which didn't make sense to me. While I don't think there exists a bigger purpose to life, being a part of the consumerist culture and contributing to it as a marketer was something which was irking me. But I don't know if that was what made me quit, but I just woke up one day and quit. Unlike all those wonderful posts it isn't all that rosy.
I'm scared sometimes as to where I would earn my living from, for I do not have a plan. And I think gender also plays a role in this, from the day I quit I have been hearing things like "So are you going to sit at home??" "Are you getting married?" It makes me want to shout out and say "Marriage is not a career option!" and who gives anybody a right to evaluate if sitting at home is a crime. I wonder when I became a machine, which would be disposed off if it doesn't work. But giving in to the world we live in, I still am hell bent on not depending on anyone.  But this also is a result of the years of capitalistic education which makes me believe that it is possible to be truly independent and money is what makes someone independent.
A lot of times I'm happy, it does definitely feel great to be free. Guilt free. That I can do whatever I want to do and there are so many things to be done, things which are important to me. Yes, they don't pay but I hope to be able to figure that out. I might fail but this is probably the chance I will get to explore.
"So what's the plan?" everybody has asked me.. I have none. It also makes me wonder that in such a long life I can't have a few months on no plan? How is it that everything needs to be charted out all the time. Am I a project blueprint which was laid out by my parents and handed over to me to complete. Well I didn't know I was a project! For now I think I will tear down the blueprint.
I wanted to get an internet connection, I live in a city which I was not born in. So they ask do you have a permanent address? Do you live with a family? Do you have a job?. My answer to all of this is negative. I live in a rented place, live alone, single, unemployed. That essentially makes me a threat to the nation. Something to fear. I do understand the looming "terrorist threat" which compels us to watch all the citizens, doubt everybody, fear everybody. But it truly is amusing that just my existence becomes a threat to the nation. One of those undesired lot in the society, the troublemakers, who might ask some problematic questions.
Throwing away the project I now make it an experiment, and am already fascinated by how the structures work in my own life!