Went to a wedding in Long Island this weekend (the girlfriend's family) and came away from it convinced more than ever that I suck at small talk.
Not that I'm all that great at big talk, mind you, but small talk is worse because everyone expects you to make it. Hell, sometimes people even act like they're doing me a favor by making small talk with me (at me?) and I just keep shouting "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" at them inside my head.
It's not like I hate all small talk. I enjoy small talk with my friends quite a bit. I guess it's that the range of subjects that I find interesting is too narrow. It doesn't feel narrow to me, but it must be. Of course, even if my range of interests is huge, it could well be that there just isn't enough overlap with most other people's interests.
I think that when I was younger, I tried harder to fake interest in uninteresting small talk. I guess because I wanted everyone to like me. But approaching forty, I just don't care. I don't want to believe that I'm unfriendly, but maybe I am.