I Do Not Cry Wolf!

No matter what’s going on in a scene, I always identify with the character no one believes.

Like when Rachel’s date kept yelling at Ross?

Poor Ross. No one listens to Ross.
No one listens to their Joey, either.

These things happen to me all the time. All, all, all the time. My lot in life is to be dismissed. It’s unfortunate, but you know, better than being the village idiot.

Let me just say, I trust my instincts, screw what the people have to say. I know what I know. I can’t always explain what I know, or how I know, but I have been known to know some shit. I have never cried wolf.

I’ll stay away from the hippie-dippy-trippy stuff and give you some rational examples.

When our neighbor whipped out his gun and started talkin crazy, I called the cops. The Mister thought I was overreacting. As we carried Bubba and Sissy down the stairs past the SWAT team, I do believe he understood my concern was valid. I know that when we returned the following day to see the kids’ bedroom wall had bullet holes in it, the story turned into how “we” called the cops.

For the five years I had my last laptop, I complained about the uber sensitive TouchPad. I carried on about it.
“F5! F5!”
People thought I was loony.
I even wrote a post about it, in case youever why like this. sometimesIcommented on blogs your
Well, now Sassy uses that laptop and now she types bizarre messages to her friends, and boy does she carry on about it!
“I’ll mom.myask” and fun stuff like that.

When I say enormous moths land on my window, people think I’m exaggerating, and I’m not.
Thank tacos for smart phones.


It has a fucking face. It could have its own camera, you don’t know!

I could go on and on and on ad nauseam, but I’ll spare you and just get to the point already.

I am the one no one ever believes.

When I came across this lil LOL online, I wanted to hug the person who wrote it. I wanted to affectionate them muchly, to hold them close and whisper, “You get me, you really get me.”


It’s worth noting, for regular readers, The Mister is ESTJ, Sassy is INFP, and Moo is ENFJ.

OMG, we had the BEST LOLZ!

The person who wrote this is keen to my troubles and I love him/her.

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46 Responses to I Do Not Cry Wolf!

  1. Benson says:

    Lord that moth is big enough to have his own I phone. I believe you. I have no reason not to.

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  2. That moth is awesome. He’ll probably attract some big assed bats.

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  3. Chez Shea says:

    I believe you. I really do!

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  4. Nah! That’s you, dressed as a moth Trick-or-Treating, Joey – you don’t fool me.

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  5. That’s a moth ????? Dear God.

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  6. Dan Antion says:

    Yay – I’m the one they think is the killer. Well, who needs them, anyway. Good job calling the cops and getting the Mister and kids out of harm’s way. I’ll follow a mom protecting her babies any day of the week.

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    • joey says:

      Bubba is also the one everyone thinks is the killer! 😛
      That was one of the weirdest things ever. His wife was a nurse, he was always quiet, we didn’t see him much, but she was friendly. By all accounts they were nice people, living in a nice place — and then there were medication issues and oh boy. They were evicted. It was too much ‘excitement’ for me, that’s for sure. They shot a rubber bullet into his hand and he said it felt good, he’d like another. :/

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  7. jan says:

    I’m more of a henny penny the sky is falling sort of person than a cry wolf. Don’t you love how you stories morph into we stories?

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  8. Pistachios says:

    That moth is frickin’ demonic! Looks like it is straight out of a horror movie (in which I would apparently be telling everyone that “it’s ok” when it’s probably not. It does sound like something I might do…) Perhaps this demon moth possessed your old laptop that kept jumbling sentences

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  9. Luanne says:

    But we are never the killers. It’s that other people are too stupid to understand that. Nobody ever believes me either. I figured something out today. Our house is kind of hidden so when people try to find it they typically get lost. I got a call from an Amazon driver today wanting to know where to find me. As soon as I started explaining, I could just SEE him (through the phone) zoning out. Apparently although he called me for directions he already knew how to get here and didn’t need to actually LISTEN to me. This happens to me every time I try to explain where we are. I am the invisible one at the store. The one people bump into and don’t even apologize because they don’t see me or know they’ve bumped into me. Whatever.

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    • joey says:

      Are you INTJ? The one everyone thinks is the killer?
      That’s dreadful, the whole thing.
      I used to live on a military post where no GPS will show you the interior, and people would tell me they didn’t need directions. No matter how many times I told them GPS will not show up on post, they insisted it would be fine. Flash to me hauling kids to the gate at midnight.
      Oh the stories I could tell.
      Now, it’s easy. Depending on direction, turn right or left and we’re the only yellow house.

      I am sorry you’re so often overlooked. 😦

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  10. Prior-2001 says:

    joey – are you really an INFJ or in person or just from this fun list? Just curious… and this spring I met a guy – a young professional who just loves people – and on his phone he actually asks folks for their Meyers’Briggs letters and keeps a tally – really – right there on his phone -a nd so I have to share this list with him – thanks for it….
    and for the record –
    I believe you….

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  11. Anxious Mom says:

    Um, can I change to INFP to ENTP? 😀 This made me LOL too, as my husband is an INTJ and that is sooooo spot on for him, he’s always acting suspect.

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  12. Uhh, tough one about the bullets. I’m so glad you all called the cops. As it is, I stopped caring about whether someone believes me or not. I know. (Even though most tests have me as INFP, sacrificing left and right.) Amore, I suspect, would be either the one everyone suspects is a killer, or the one who makes it till the end. Here is a post about my knowing from my first blog:


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  13. Sherry says:

    you do make me laugh….see I’m laughing…lol, lol…:D

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  14. Yup seeing is believing; that’s one big, ugly moth! Heavens forbid if you encounter zombies and try to warn everybody… 🙂

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  15. dalecooper57 says:

    What am I missing here?


  16. larva225 says:

    This is awesome!! I’m INTJ, the one everyone thinks is the killer (laughs menacingly).

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  17. April says:

    LOL – not sure what Myers-Briggs will put me at, but nobody listens to me so I must be an INFJ as well because I certainly know what’s going on but nobody thinks so.

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  18. I thought that brown thing was the wolf. Just kidding. Very funny. I like the line about asking who’s there as if the killer would answer. Your line “I am the one no one ever believes,” could be the title of a story. Maybe a gothic murder mystery or ghost story. 🙂

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  19. OMG, I LOVE it!! From one INFJ to another, I totally and completely get it. Virtual high-five! (That’s the only kind of high-five I do, because if I try to high-five someone in real life it’s just painfully awkward.) 🙂
    The part about the bullet holes in the bedroom wall – that’s some scary sh*t right there!

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  20. I’m afraid I might have to call 911 on that moth. Oh my gosh, I have never, ever seen anything like that. And, definitely glad you got out before the bullets flew – scary stuff.

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  21. joannesisco says:

    Add me to the INFJ list. It’s a good thing to know. Most of my life I’ve simply taken it personally that no one would listen to me.

    I’m still a little freaked out about the gun thing. Coming back home to bullet holes in the kid’s bedroom wall? I’d be a mess.

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