We’ve had some good times, BuzzFeed. Remember that time you told me that Ryan Gosling was in fact my soul mate? How about the time you declared that if I was a character from Mean Girls I would be Regina’s mom? So on point. Those are memories, fond memories. But, lately, I think we’ve just been growing apart. 

It’s no secret that online quizzes are the hot new online trend among young adults these days. A year or two ago, “How Do I Put This Gently” tumblr links took over our newsfeeds. These days, it’s BuzzFeed quiz results. But, like any other Internet fad, it didn’t take long – only a few months, in fact – before it got lame. 

The other day I took a BuzzFeed quiz called “How Basic Are You?” and it's actually taking a lot of courage for me to publicly admit my score. I got a resounding 90 out of 119. I am 75 percent basic according to BuzzFeed. Ouch.

For about five minutes after reading my results I sat in horror looking at my computer screen, going through the first four stages of grieving in rapid fire fashion.

Denial: I’m not a basic b****, am I? No, no. I can’t be 75 percent basic, that’s just absurd! Someone would have told me if I was really that basic, right? 

Guilt: I knew admitting to having an inspirational quotes Pinterest board was going to make me seem basic. Why couldn't I just keep that secret to myself?

Anger: Hold up, who does BuzzFeed think it is calling me basic? BuzzFeed is literally the “basic b****” of the Internet world! Every other post is about baby animals or Jennifer Lawrence. It is like basic b**** central. Kind of a pot-and-kettle situation here, huh, BF?

Depression: No wonder I’m so single. Even BuzzFeed knows how undateable I am. I’m going to end up alone with at least four cats because no one could ever love someone so basic. And I don’t even like cats.

Then, I had a moment of clarity. You don’t know me like that, BuzzFeed! You don’t know my life! I’m basic because I checked off that I wear Uggs? Hello, they’re beyond comfortable and who knows how many toes I may have lost to frostbite if I had tried to face the polar vortex without them? How exactly does loving the movie Love Actually make me basic? I’m pretty sure anyone with a heart loves that movie. And if watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians (as a guilty pleasure) makes me basic, then maybe that's exactly what I want to be.

If this had been the first time I felt so personally victimized by a BuzzFeed quiz I could have let it go. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like every quiz result I’ve gotten has inspired less “OMG, BuzzFeed, you know me too well” and more “Bull****, BF, you don’t even know me!”

Look, I’m (usually) pretty honest with BuzzFeed while taking these quizzes. But this is getting real old. BF quizzes used to be a place for me to escape, to procrastinate homework, to goof off with my friends. But, now? Now every time I go to the quiz page I’m either getting completely BS results or being presented with some truly lame quizzes.

Even when I am finding quizzes I’m interested in (see the “basic” quiz that inspired this whole rant), I find that BuzzFeed starts making some real bold assumptions about my character. There’s more to me than the kind of shoes I wear and my love for all things brunch-related. What hurts is that you used to know that, BuzzFeed. There was once a time when you used to ask me thoughtful, in depth questions about who I was before you made your final decision. These days, if I admit to you that I enjoy Chipotle you automatically add a point for me being basic. How is that fair?

As the popularity of BuzzFeed quizzes increased, their insightfulness into who their targeted audience was declined. I mean, it would make sense. More people were participating, so they tried to broaden the results to match that. But that meant that the quiz outcomes that once seemed to fit me like a glove became too imprecise and vague, fitting me more like a stretched out sweater or a pair of shoes two sizes too big.

Don’t get me wrong, it was fun while it lasted. Back in the days when BF was still dishing out perfect results every time, no one was more impressed by their insight than me. But all good things must come to an end. BuzzFeed has officially gone from my BFF who inexplicably knows everything about me, to that distant relative who calls me by the wrong name on Christmas.

I’m over you, BuzzFeed. I’d like to say that it’s not you, it’s me, but we all know that would be bull****. Kind of like that time you told me that if I were a type of french fry I would be a tater tot and not a curly fry. Yeah, that one hurt.