If I had neighbors (and I probably will once I stop living in my moms basement like a loser) I'd be the weird one. I have chickens who live in a ugly fort knox coop and a large untidy garden. When I have my own place, I'll also have goats and perhaps two horses. I roam around the property at night (no reason why, I just like to). When I'm out during the day, 7 barn cats follow me around Pied Piper style. I practice martial arts in the yard, including hitting a homemade wooden target with a large rattan sword, or putting nicks in tree leaves with a fencing sabre (harder than it sounds. I don't practice that nearly enough). I'm not very outgoing, so I don't approach neighbors unless they obviously need help with something. If a neighbor wants to talk to me, I'm friendly, but I have a weird voice so I don't talk much.