I hate small talk -- which, I know, is no rare thing in a hobby predominately populated by introverts. But it does make for socially awkward moments in real life. I think every friendship I have started with an awkward moment that left the other person thinking that I hated them. Nah, I just hate useless conversation; once we are done being topic-specific, I am out.
Example:
A girl at work that I am super good friends with now, when she started as an intern, was told to track me down and talk to me about being a woman in our field (design). So she approached me and said:
Her: Hey, So-and-so told me that you started off as a production artist and that you have risen up to become a senior designer. As a woman starting out in this field, I was hoping we could get together for lunch one day so I could pick your brain about your career and get some advice about mine.
Me: Okay, sure. Turns around, walks away.
What? There was nothing else to say! What was I supposed to do at that point? JUST STAND THERE AND TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER?! Jeez.
I'm not shy. I'm not on the spectrum. I just .. ugh. I'm not good at the start of relationships, having to navigate those surface-level conversations that don't mean much and are just there to fill in the empty spaces. (God, I sound like such a dick, haha).
A friend of mine and I usually go to San Diego Comic Con every year and once we were at a panel watching a peer of mine give a Copic marker demonstration. 'I can't imagine you ever doing something like that,' my friend said to me. '..standing in front of a whole room, giving a presentation in front of hundreds of people.' But that? THAT I have no problem with. I could do that easily. However, my worst nightmare? She's been begging me for years to get a table in Artists' Alley and just imagining that gives me anxiety -- having to stand there and basically make small talk with strangers for four days in a row.
Presentation in front of an entire room: Yes. Will kick-ass and enjoy it.
Talking one-on-one with a stranger: No. Will chew off my own arm to get away.