Two types of strangers/outsiders

I'm absolutely sure there are more types. to begin with, here are two with examples. could be merged, one could be both, but i think it's important to note the difference in the feeling if one is to play the role of a stranger/outsider; especially if different parts of one's act are to be accompanied with different types of stranger-feeling. would be great if you share other outsider types you think of or examples.

1- Strange but connective: the magical wierdo
Some people have the capacity to change a very daily and normal setting into something extraordinary, magical, or monumental. They make one feel something special is happening, or that things are more significant or beautiful or alive than one thinks. Help one see things outside the preordered interpretative schema of categories and judgments. Like a non-verbal comunication that makes you feel you're not alone. To me, Kieslowsky is a director that is the master of creating such moments. These outsiders are inspirational, but people avoid seeing them too often cause they can disrupt the normal tempo and pace of daily life for the people around them. They need not do wierd things: sometimes just the way they'd listen to you or look into your eyes or smile without trying too hard to appeal could change a moment.
I'd like to share one of those "situations" with you. Amsterdam train station after a long day; on the other side of the track a person, non-persistently female, simply started dancing passionately with the railway. The pictures aren't that good, but hope they give you something, I tried to capture at least one complete form of her dance.
http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=298464062&size=l

2- Disconnected Stranger
I guess no comment is required. Inspirations from L'Etranger, Albert Camus:
"Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday." Part 1, Chapter 1, pg. 3
"She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her." Part 1, Chapter 4, pg. 35
"On my way out, I was even going to shake his [the policeman's] hand, but just in time, I remembered that I had killed a man." Part 2, Chapter 1, pg. 64
"'I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because our heart is blind.'" Part 2, Chapter 5, pg. 120
"...for the first time in years, I had this stupid urge to cry, because I could feel how much all these people hated me." Part 2, Chapter 3, pg. 90
"They [the jury] had before them the basest of crimes, a crime made worse than sordid by the fact that they were dealing with a monster, a man without morals." Part 2, Chapter 3, pp. 95-96
"In a way, they seemed to be arguing the case as if it had nothing to do with me. Everything was happening without my participation. My fate was being decided without anyone so much as asking my opinion." Part 2, Chapter 4, pg. 98
For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate." Part 2, Chapter 5, pg. 122-3