j-marc'd

When someone hides you on Facebook but still calls you out like you’re a troublemaker for posting dumb stuff that no one asked for. They think being seen is being loved, but you’re just a background character in their drama.

Getting j-marc’d is like being yelled at by your ex for liking a pizza post, even though you haven’t talked in a year. You’re marked as a pain but still get a tiny bit of attention.

When you’re not deleted, but you’re still called out for being a pain because you post random stuff that nobody wants to see. You’re like the ugly stepchild of Facebook.

You get j-marc’d when you’re still on someone’s list but they’re mad at you for posting stuff that doesn’t matter. It’s like being in the class but getting extra homework.

Being j-marc’d is when you’re not deleted, but you’re still called out for being a pain because you post stuff that nobody cares about. You’re like the weird kid in the back of the bus who still talks.

When you get j-marc’d, you’re still on someone’s list but they’re mad at you for posting stuff that doesn’t matter. It’s like being in the club but still getting mocked.