Written by Christa Myers.
Throughout my decade of being an equestrian, I learned no one quite understands an equestrian like another equestrian.
Some smell? Still no problem. For starters, they don’t mind the “odor” that comes with being around horses all the time. You’ll never hear “Oh my gosh what is that smell?” Mostly because they will smell the exact same. ps. you normal humans don’t smell wonderful all the time either.
Sword fights are awesome, but crop fights are better. One of my favorite memories with my best barn friend (“BBF”) is having crop fights in the barn. I never knew at which moment I’d get whacked or when we’d get yelled at for being silly.
Matching barn outfits beat matching school outfits. That awesome feeling that comes with walking into school and your best friend is basically matching you is multiplied by one hundred when it’s at a lesson or show. Theres nothing more #squadgoal material than this.
No sexual innuendos. As equestrians we’re prepared to have some horse-related innuendo thrown at us. But when we’re with our horsey friends, we don’t need to worry about that. For anyone going through middle school and thinking “this will end soon” – I’m sorry to say it won’t.
They’ll support all your crazy spontaneous ideas. Wanna buy your third horse? Horsey best friend says: “YES! You totally need another chestnut with a bad attitude!” You want to show for the first time this year.. in two days? They’ll be right beside you rushing to get all your stuff in order and shining your ratty boots that haven’t been cleaned since last show season. Whenever my boyfriends or parents say I shouldn’t buy another horse, I turn to my BBF, Sam, and she always is supporting my crazy idea which we eventually decide isn’t the best idea while being a full-time student with little income. (Spoiler Alert: Yes, equestrians are capable of being rational) But hey, there’s nothing better than a little excitement over the cute jumper that’s priced way above your yearly income. A few years ago, I needed cross country jumps at the barn, so Sam’s dad brought some materials over, and we made jumps. We may have struggled, but we did it. Who else will be crazy enough to handle tools unskillfully to make jumps with you?
We don’t get mad when you beat us. Until last year, my best friend was at the same barn as I was. This meant we trailered to shows together, made silly jokes all the way to the show, worried over our rounds, and if we placed, hugged each other when we miraculously pinned. Unlike with other friends, competition is fun. If I were asked my two favorite show memories, they would be watching my best friend place after working months on her riding and hearing over the speakers that we placed and celebrating together. After all, years from now, the ribbons will have collected dust, and all we will have left is the memories. I’d rather have memories of camaraderie than of beating my best friend in a class (because that rarely happens).
I’ve had a few best friends, but my longest has been my BBF. We are no longer at the same barn, but we still conspire together and support each other. Most of all we still bug each other to no end. BBFs are there for the small and large moments, and they are equally happy for either. You can go on talking about horses for hours and not worry about boring the person. I’d rather have a horsey best friend than a normal one any day. We equestrians are crazy, and normal people just can’t handle that sometimes.
I don’t blame them.