Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment childhood memories and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.
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.
