Today Amy and I were chatting about “buddies.” We decided that buddy is a pretty impersonal term. It’s somebody who’s closer than an acquaintance, but not somebody who is really their friend. My friends aren’t my buddies, they are my friends because I love and respect them. I might call a dog my buddy. I think it’s because “buddy” is a term that implies that the two individuals aren’t equals. It implies that whoever is the “buddy” is somehow less than the person that’s not–not in a bad way, but more in a mentoring or teaching way. One of them is responsible and instructing, and the other is being taken care of. Guys have little boys that aren’t related to them that are buddies because they are playing a mentoring role to them.
In a slightly different definition of buddy, when guys tell stories about doing things with their “buddies”, it inevitably involves something incredibly stupid.
I don’t have buddies. I honestly can’t think of a single person in my life that I would call a buddy. It’s not because I think buddies are bad, but I think it’s because I have a personality that is not generally conducive to buddies. I think that’s a nice way of saying that I’m boring and strict.