I'll take a different and hopefully more productive stab at this. This is all my perspective, and I'm not trying to get into an argument, but responding to your question.

I'm a young-ish white male. My privilege is this: I go all day, most days, without ever thinking about my whiteness or maleness. It doesn't modulate any of my experiences or interactions. My neighbors look like me. In my industry, most people look like me. I turn on the TV, most people look like me. I can go jogging at night with a hoodie and no one calls the police or shoots at me. Pretty much the only time my identity comes into any focus is right here in a thread like this.

Now I put myself in the shoes of someone who doesn't look like me. I bet it feels strange. Like a sort of psycho-social weight you carry around. My mom works in the service industry, and she's always remarking on how exceptionally nice the few black people in our community are when they come in her store. Nevermind how patronizing that sounds -- my only thought is "of course they're nice; they HAVE TO BE; they're SURROUNDED, lol."

So, long story short, the sense of being an "other" is something I will never feel unless I go out of my way to feel it.