The only concept or experience or core belief that I can attribute my other-ness to is that I just started out a weirdo and I stayed a weirdo. And it took me a long time to embrace my outsidership and see it as a strength rather than a weakness.
There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.
