I'm currently at home because I'm in college. I'm stuck here for financial reasons and for the most part, it's not so bad. Except when I leave my room and have to be around my parents.
My parents are ISTJ and ISFJ. And they abhor any conversation that isn't small talk. I will try to open up to them and they'll tell me they've listened long enough and now I have to ask them a question about their day, after which they will chatter about something they did. And I mean stuff like "I cleaned the sink this morning and one of the spots wouldn't come out, so I had to use that new cleaner I got at the store last week to get it out."
And that's all they'll talk about. Surface stuff. What they did. Their plans for the next couple weeks. What someone said to them today. Basic stuff about their friends and what their friends are up to. On and on and on. It's like listening to radio static, and I get about as much interesting information out of it.
It's to the point in which it's practically a language barrier. They tell me daily that my social skills are terrible because I have no patience to sit around and listen to dry facts about meaningless subjects all day. To me, small talk exists to get to know someone. But I know them already so it's like I don't know them at all.
I've seen my parents write about stuff that's happened in their lives and what they felt about it and their resulting opinions on it. It's all really interesting. But they won't talk about it verbally with me and the writing was usually some kind of requirement for a seminar or something, not anything they did voluntarily.
I literally cannot talk to these people. I don't think they know me at all because every time I try to communicate in a way that isn't abject torture, I get shut down after a minute or so and they say they've "listened enough" and it's "time to change the subject."
I'm to a point where I don't think I can have a relationship with them anymore. I've never met anyone who loves talking about absolutely nothing as much as them and their friends. I'm tired of turning myself off to talk to them. I deal with draining small talk all the time, but the only time I gain any energy is from actual, meaningful conversations, which is why I'm in my room all day, not because I'm antisocial. I'm there to escape being bored to tears. I cannot stand this anymore and I'm in college for 3 more years, so they're just going to complain about this until I find some way to express to them how much torture they put me through every time they talk to me.
Is there any hope or is this a lost cause?