When I hear people call someone strange, I perceive it in my own vision.
They say: "She is weird." I hear: "She is different. She is special. She is brave enough to show it. Sometimes we don't understand her. But it doesn't mean that we don't wanna be like her. We keep on hiding our own oddities cause we don't have her courage. We're afraid of condemnation so we prefer crowd, losing in the crowd. That's why it is so much easier to call her weird."
So who is weird - the one who shows us her real entity or the one who tries so hard not to stand out?
And don't forget, deep inside everybody is such a freak.