This troper is a prime example of this trope, alternating between the 'shy' and 'grumpy' versions depending on their mood. Suffice to say that they have dubious social skills and a tendency to regard the vast majority of the human race with either suspicion/hostility, or total indifference (e.g., while in uni they once commented that they weren't too bothered about what the next year's flatmates would be like since 'flatmates are like furniture, they come with the flat'). Attempts at socializing generally don't go very well since in their own words, when it comes to people 'I don't know what to do with them'. However, they have a soft spot for animals, particularly dogs which they consider to be much better then humans because they're loyal, easy to deal with and befriend, don't care about your faults, and are incapable of malice (well, mostly). The fact that dogs always like this troper, who apparently seems weird/creepy to people, is a major bonus.

This troper is never sure what to say when dealing with others that aren't her friends. She appears somewhat friendly, but acting as such is typically the best way to get out of such a situation. Conversations are often awkward and strained, as if it's not about anime or anything she particularly cares about, she's fine with just listening. She doesn't mind animals (mostly cats), and will often play with a pet rather than socialize. This is likely because animals can't really voice their dislike of you very much, and are very easily pleased and don't make scathing remarks.

Replace 'cats' with 'dogs', and you have a perfect description of me. Down to the way I'd have phrased that if I were typing it.

This troper seems to make people uncomfortable with his mere presence (for some reason people can't tell exactly what it is that makes them uncomfortable around him), and conversations with him tend to be very strained if not about his hobbies or areas of expertice. He usually comes across as either shy or downright hostile to people he doesn't know. He seems to get on rather well with animals tho, and enjoys spending time around them.

Same with this troper. I am actually good with animals, though. What can I say? They don't throw things at you or insult you. Instantly above 90% of people.

This troper lives by a quote from Ganredhel of Oblivion: "Dogs are friendly, loyal, and stupid. People are mean, deceitful, and smart. I prefer dog."

This troper's uncle is a Type 1, but with computers rather than animals.

This troper is a definite Type 2. When talking about my own species, I can become extremely cynical and insulting. At social gatherings, I'm more likely to be having a conversation with the host's cat or dog than with the host's friends.

This troper is mostly a type-one, with type-two tendencies. I really just prefer books.

Are you me? My refuge in every year of school was the library. I also carry a book with me wherever I go so I don't have to talk to people.

This troper vastly prefers to confine her interactions, save those with her close friends, to the internet and hide amongst her horses. She's mostly a Type 1, but can turn into a Type 2 when ticked off.

This troper is a Type 2, except he has an affinity for computers and technology instead of plants and animals. And he doesn't think HumansAreBastards, but merely finds roughly one-third to one-half of the population insufferably stupid.

This troper is convinced that humans are lying, backstabbing cowards who only want to use you. (So Type 2 then.) Give me a dog over a human any day. Though I'm surprising good with infants and toddlers. maybe because ChildrenAreInnocent?

This troper gets along ever so much better with technology and animals than other humans, at least face-to-face (text is better.) Animals don't care if I don't understand generating functions, don't care if I can't phrase things in ways that make sense, don't care if I get panic attacks that have me hiding from anything human. Machines aren't forgiving if I do stupid things, but they don't judge. People... the ones my age think I'm nuts (probably true), the older ones think I don't apply myself (sometimes true but a lot less than they accuse me of), the slightly younger ones think I'm some sort of amusing wreck to stare at... my little cousins, ranging from three to six, are all right, they all don't judge me really, but even the littlest ones are afraid of me. I don't know why, there's nothing visibly scary about me... Horses, dogs, computers, though, none of them give a damn if I'm nuts.

This Troper has a friend who is like this. I am the only human he will talk to, if anyone else tries talking to him, he wont talk back or will come across as a bit rude to them, although most people I know dont like him much, because they think he is a bit weird. He loves animals, especially cats, but will even talk to insects. He loves spiders, and is upset that people kill them.

This troper's work colleague is the living embodiment of Type 1. He's usually quite sweet and he's a genuinely nice guy, but if there's a choice between staying in the office with the rest of this troper's workmates and taking one the dogs out for a walk, then he'll always go for the dogs. He works in an Animals' Home, and he could go into a ''lion'''s den and have them wagging their tails in five seconds flat. He also doesn't like being in rooms where there are too many people, especially ones he doesn't know.

This Troper is very reluctant to talk to anyone except a teacher/professor/coworker, and even then usually only out of necessity. He loves animals and anything cute, and usually gets major CutenessProximity when within visible range of a dog or cat (almost dangerously so). What's sad is that on both counts he used to be ''even worse.''

Type 1, mostly. I can talk to people who are my friends, but a lot of times I find people...confusing. They probably find me confusing. However, I have one-sided conversations with animals, and I'm pretty attuned to their body language.

This troper is a definite type 1, although for a long time, the affection for animals was somewhat one-sided.

This troper is a former Type 1, mostly Type 2 now. Humans are assholes, animals are self-serving but rarely ill-intentioned, as well as much easier to understand... It's really not a tough choice, she thinks.

This troper is for the most part Type 1 but would be Type 2 at times, even to the point of using the term "twoleggers" and writing several stories through the perspective of a type of animal and just randomly insert something about how terrible humans are.

This troper is terrible with people but gets along well with many different animals. I'm a bit of both type 1 and 2, cause humans are a bunch of jerks but I never know what to say to the ones I interact with. But I get along well enough with animals, everything from house cats at my cousin's house to every dog at school. My two favorite moments were the lioness at the Denver Zoo who sat next to me, well we were separated by a huge sheet of glass but still. The other is the red tail hawk that I'm learning to handle as part of a special program at school. We're so relaxed around each other he feels comfortable preening while I hold him, which he does with no one according to his handler.

This troper was kept inside as a child and wasn't really allowed to have friends. I had cats though. I like cats. They can't call you names.

This troper feels she may fit into this trope, also. She's pretty good with computers (well, most of the time -- she doesn't program, but she does know Linux pretty well), and ''adores'' cats, getting on very well with cats. She's probably the type 1 -- she is actually very very shy around people, but is much better in text than she is in person. She has also been known to beat the crap out herself after face-to-face meetings with people.

This troper used to be this: he would actually find it easier to talk to animals (and toys) than people. How did he get over it? Well, it's a very long story, but, to cut it short, I basically spend a summer holiday in a different country (without anything that I could talk to that wasn't a person) and improved slightly, then spent the next as a part time sailing instructor, where talking with people was mandatory, and I basically outgrew it.

This troper is borderline, alternating depending on the mood. He's not very social and very reclusive, and in his younger days was a type one. He's slowly but surely heading towards type two, and he's especially cranky around small kids. He was afraid of dogs and cats at first, though he's gotten used to them over time, and prefers their company.

This longtime reader's current job says it all: She's been working as a stablehand for a quiet barn for some time now because it's one of the few kinds of work she can stand. She is fond of saying "I can deal with what comes from the back-ends of horses much better than what comes from the front ends (mouths) of people." She can approach a thousand-pound powerful animal with no fear - yet talking to retail customers and managers in the past has, at times, has sent her into full-blown panic attacks. Give her horses and barn cats - messes included- any day. If invited to someone's house, her immediate attention will go to the resident cat, dog, or bird. While generally nervous around people outside of the Internet, if you're a stranger walking a dog - she is likely to approach you and ask to pet your dog. For her, humans are angst - beasts are calm.

I'm a blend of Type 2 and Type 1, but with computers instead of animals. (I'm not actually that much more comfortable around animals than around humans; I'm hardly any ''less'' shy and awkward with unfamiliar animals than with human strangers. Also, I actively dislike dogs because they're messy and loud and make other people act really obnoxious and sickening.) I'm kind of a {{Tsundere}} for my computers -- they're not that much less frustrating than people when they act up -- but I still get way more emotionally attached to them than to the humans I know.

This Troper finds people are overly judgemental and make a big deal over tiny little slip-ups and can never let anything go. People also ask too many questions and then complain when I give an answer that they don't like (which is every answer apparently). Animals are much easier to be with.

When confronted with people, this troper usually seeks out the nearest cat and hangs out with it instead. When you come to her house, expect her to give you a shy smile and wave, and then retreat into her room to curl up with her cat and her laptop. In fact, that's what she's doing right now.

This Troper certainly doesn't look down on their fellow humans. Some of them are fun sometimes. But, because of my mind and my "obscure interests" (like calculus!) not many people are interested in the same things as me. I can count the number of people I can have a sincere or intellectually engaging conversation with on my left hand. Thankfully, trees do not need conversation, and I always feel at home with them. Also, large groups of people really make me uncomfortable and nervous, because they're always so frantic and busy and it makes me lose my center.

This editor is a type 2, combined with SnarkKnight. She thinks of most humans as being annoying, loud, and stupid, and easily prefers the company of her cat over anyone else. She also converses with goldfish?

This Troper is a type two, and really only associates with his gaming group, and that's twice a month. I tossed in a character concept for last month's game (an anti-social half-drow scout), and the dm looked at me and said " so you wanna play a half-elf with your personality?"

This troper is a total recluse, and if you meet her on the street, chances are she'll be a) silent or b) anxious. If you've got a dog with you, however, she'll cheerfully talk to it and (if it's that kind of dog) get down to play/cuddle with it.

This troper knows a guy who's actually really nice, but alternates between grumpy and shy. He's so sweet when you get to know him, but he's really awkward to talk to otherwise. He's also an unwilling FriendToLivingThings (animals seriously just come up to him and try to make friends with him) and has a ridiculous green thumb.

This troper is practically a hermit, speaks fluent Cat and quite a bit of Dog, and is more than happy to live a thousand miles away from any non-work-related contacts (or even telecommute, given the choice). Ironically, a career in largely customer service positions has led to a silver tongue - but only over a phone line.

Oye, I'm bad with people even in my dreams. Case in point: I dreamed that I had to share a TV watching place on a bed with a semi-attractive female individual. After a period of fidgeting, unsure of what to do, I flipped off the side of the bed, and rushed to the toilet to vomit. Yet I ended up pooping. ... Disregarding this shocking twist of an outcome, this does get to show that even my subconscious is aware of how I feel about being close to people.