The Pain of Being Seen-Zoned in a Group


Being left on read by over ten people is the ULTIMATE form of digital rejection. The group chat would say, “Read by 7, Replied by 0.” I’m sorry, are my jokes that pathetic? They didn’t even insult me; their actions speak louder than words. What are these people even thinking? “Oh someone sent a funny meme! Let me just see the message and not respond, because this person is CLEARLY not worth my attention.” These people can open a message faster than lightning, but when it comes to REPLYING? Suddenly they're living in 1650, writing letters with a quill.

Honestly, being left on read by literally EVERYONE is like the group chat by default saying, “Congratulations, you just got left on read by 10 people simultaneously. You clearly have no value, now do you?” At this point, Wi-fi is more responsive than these living-things. Unless everyone got hit by a zombie apocalypse just as I was typing, and their brain was eaten before they could react “lol”. I’m not even asking for an essay response. Even a single emoji would heal my wounded soul. But no—apparently, double-tapping for a reaction is TOO much effort.

Maybe everyone just suffers from “Selective Typing Syndrome”. Why else would they IMMEDIATELY respond when it’s their turn to gabble and gossip? But when I ask for some urgent advice? Everybody inhales some magical potion that turns them into literal CRICKETS. 

It’s even worse when you confront them, and they hit you with: “Oh, I was SOOO busy!” Busy doing what? Breathing? Or responding to the non-existent emails by your boss? Because you’re unemployed! 


Being seen-zoned is a walking, talking example of EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. Like, really? Why does everyone enter their “I’m going to be mysterious and nonchalant” era, whenever I text? Why weren’t you in that era when Sarah was texting? It's giving favoritism. Apparently, my messages activate “Museum Mode” among everyone. “Look and enjoy, but don’t touch!”


I remember my classmate sent a video in our group chat once, fortunately, I had the decency to respond. But, after I responded? No one even CONSIDERED to react to my hilarious reply! The cherry on top is that every single soul has seen that message, and after that message, no one ever texted in that group! Now that group’s basically an online ghost town. I didn’t realise my words were so impactful. 


Conclusively, being ghosted is the complete villain origin story material. So unless you want to be the bad guy in my back-story, I’d recommend you get your conscience together, and REPLY. It’s not like there’s a price tag for replying to me (for now, at least). To be honest, being seen-zoned by over ten people isn't even a coincidence—it's a group project, and guess who's the only one participating again? But hey, next time I'll save myself the disappointment and just text a brick wall. At least it won't pretend to be SOOO busy.

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