Boring

I've come to terms with the fact that I am a fairly boring person. Like all things you must come to terms with, I hate this thought.
I know what I like. I like an early bedtime, 8:30 and I am essentially dead to the world. I don't like almost any food. I'm very picky and anything spicy, greasy, weirdly textured, odorous or simply visually unappealing is off the table for me. I avoid scary movies and can only endure so much thrill. I'm very conservative on my views of a good time. To me, I am a huge fan of book clubs or trips for coffee. I can't honestly say that I enjoy going out to a party and being surrounded by pure stupidity.
So, I am a boring person.
However, I think I am interesting where it matters. My conversations don't end with the weather, but successfully take on meaning. I put no value into small talk. I know the smallest corners that provide once in a lifetime experiences. I savor the future and build to it. I am not conventionally fun, but I find fun where fun finds me. I do what I enjoy because of my strong belief in internal happiness, a feeling of joy that comes only from yourself. I don't need other people to ensure that I am happy.
I don't need those around me to think I am anything more than I am. I will not attempt to make someone else think differently of me at my own expense. Those that think like me are the people I want to be surrounded by regardless. If I am boring to most, then I will find my own fun.
In reality, I am simply happy without extra things in my life. People and experiences are all I need to enjoy myself. Substances and unhealthy activities are unnecessary and provide an escape rather than immersion. I want to know the world around me with my own clear mind.
The only goal we should have in life is to be happy with ourselves, rather than focusing on how others think of us.