What is the strangest or weirdest thing that can happen to me if my life goes on like this and I don't like half the guys I meet and the other half does not like me - I'll end up like Boo Radley - Only a female one!
Little kids on my street will play cricket and hit runs into my windows to get a peek at me! My family may hide me feeling embarassed at my rantings. Then because I'm a woman they may call me a witch! A couple of ex lovers may turn up with some of my strange quirky tales.
Oh my god! My hammock will be called possessed and gals to whom I have been mean will spin more horrid tales of me. Actually they do that even now. Well it could happen I could become a recluse!
JD Salinger (of whom VT reminded me of) is one. Not to mention Debra Winger - the heroine of "An officer and a Gentleman" is another. We all know of Greta Garbo and of course Boo! Then there are the Lizzy Bordens and Parveen Babis!
Hey! I could be a witch or a deranged heroine who puffs ciggis lounging in my hammock. Cruel kids may throw stones at me but then some queer cults may begin in my name and they may toss Gold Flakes into my balcony as offerings.
Now that won't be so bad would it? Seriously looking at some marriages may be I'm better off this way - A cult leader! Why ever did they stop the hippie stuff - couldn't it have been in my time? Or even Osho for that matter - radical things you could belong to that would be considered kewl! 
Some people had all the luck! Now money and gadgets and fancy schmancy jobs are in. Looking at my family (we are a huge one) - about two-thirds are in the US, a few in Amsterdam and Thailand - a couple in Africa! A few blond kids and loads that are not - all growing far away from their magical roots!
Here I am with the last of them left with that old spark almost a recluse but content in my own way. But, for the life of me can't quite decide what I'll be Boo, Salinger, Parveen or Winger! 
Methinks cult leader or witch will be great - I'll live for my followers who'll toss contraband to please me or for those who will do mumbo-jumbo out of fear of me - so that I don't curse their daughters bad hubbies! Not a bad life really! Peace!
P.S. Just some funny musings that I let ramble on and on! No I am not planning on becoming a recluse! :)