I had a chance to go to a wedding the other day. And of course with a roomful of strangers comes a night full of small talk.
I stuttered, yes (on the word “wedding” which was particularly annoying … and it was a very long, very hard stutter. Fortunately my tablemates didn’t say anything), but when I was able to make small talk with the people near me, I wondered, am I boring?
I think this has to do with the “canned” stories. The ones I don’t stutter on as much. The ones I know and have been telling people backwards and forwards for weeks. What I do, where I live, summary of children, etc.,
Is everybody else having a better and more interesting conversation with their tablemates? Are we supposed to?
What got me really thinking about all of this is that I have a few, not many, stories of the bride that others may not know. Is that what I’m supposed to be entertaining everybody with? Are we supposed to be exchanging cookie recipes, or times when the bride and I went through the possessions of my deadbeat tenants?
I suppose my hesitance to share these was due to stuttering. I mean, I’ve not told many of them, and I’m really not sure how entertaining they really are. I didn’t want to fall flat with regards to entertainment value. Instead, I’ll just interject here and there and leave it at that.
Hello. I stutter. 
I got interviewed for a podcast the other day by a guy who stuttered. As in, I didn’t even know he had the stutter because we had the skype video off. And then we turned on the video to chat afterwards and he clearly was working very hard not to stutter. Interesting. This is a good project for you. Although, I have to say that when I went wondering what you were doing and found you here it struck me, only after a moment, that yes, I remember you stuttered. But I didn’t really connect it to my memory of you in the slightest. Also interesting. It might be that it isn’t the lasting impression you leave on people.