We are a decaf household (tea, not coffee) as my husband cannot tolerate even small amounts. That said, when he's not home I tank up on the real stuff. It doesn't bother me - I grew up with an Irish grandmother and we could kill a couple of pots between us at lunch; also, my late in-laws were English Canadian. We went through a LOT of tea when they visited.
My husband and I joked when we were first married that HIS idea of tea was steeping it strong enough for the spoon to stand up on its own in the cup, and that MY idea of brewing was to wave a teabag in the general direction of hot water. We have long since compromised (his and her pots for the caffeine-free and full-leaded varieties) so everybody's happy.
As for mirrors, my sympathies lie with Dracula - he can't see his reflection, and I won't. And the shopping gene missed me entirely; I have never had much interest in the hunt. On the other hand I have sisters who could cut a swath across two states going from mall to mall in search of who knows what and have a grand time doing it. For me it's sensory overload and can make me physically ill.
Can't say I nap, though. The few times I've been down my family knows I'm ill and not to be disturbed. I usually only sleep 4-5 hours a night, and always have. And I dream almost every night, weird and wonderful stuff.
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