As an INFJ, it's not that I hate small talk, it's that nothing is small talk. Shall we discuss the weather? Are you read for me to wax eloquent about the sun, the moon, the starlit skies? Shall we discuss the roads? Are you ready for me to express some deep seated rage about government over-reach? Shall we discuss our weekends? Are you ready for an in-depth analysis of my favorite show, my current read, or my WIP? Shall we discuss our week? Are you prepared for the rambling, rumbling, circling thoughts that have plagued my every step, along with an analysis of how all my nearest and dearest are doing, and some possible word vomit about my internal struggles and demons?
This is why I say, "I'm fine, my week was good!" This is why I legitimately like talking about the weather. It's poetic.
There is no such thing as small talk. It's all insanely personal.
