I'm quite concerned about being homeless, because that would mean (to me, anyway) being at the mercy of Everybody Else, for food, shelter, clothing, etc.
I happen to own, and drive, an old, souped-up car (what is commonly called a 'street rod') that is kind of a rolling Rorshach test...I don't doubt for a minute that someone who really coveted my car would kill me for it. It's funny, or strange, or whatever...in past years, I always found a bit of camaraderie in owning and driving this car. I've owned it since I was 17, and it's always been a part of my life, and I've recently noticed a surprising amount of negativity and outright dislike by the locals towards me and the car.
I completely agree with the above posts about the General Public, en large, viewing someone as a 'loser'...hey, not everybody can be the acclaim-winning student who plays quarterback on the title-winning team and goes on to take their pick of well-paying positions at a prestigious company.
This nation has had a weird, twisted-up set of 'values' for a while, now, and it isn't getting any better.
As for homelessness, I do think about it, sometimes dwell on it...it's never far from my mind. I cared for my late Father, who suffered from Alzheimer's and COPD, until he passed away three years ago. Yeah, I know, it cost me one heckuva lot, in terms of financial preparation for my own 'old age', but I didn't mind caring for him, because he was all the family I had. It was particularly disconcerting to hear some negatively-fixated people in the community saying how I was just 'sponging' off him, but there's always some extremely negative person like that out there. I have exactly myself and me to rely on for everything, these days, and sometimes it isn't very easy, realizing that I need to find a place I can live and a job I can perform, rather soon, before I run out of money and wind up living out of my car under a bridge somewhere.