by Hailie Rydel
Anyone who knows me is well aware of the fact that I am indeed a steely-eyed ninja. I simply do not cry. While watching “Marley and Me”- not a tear shed. While listening to the entirety of “808s and Heartbreak”- not a single tear dropped. During Freshman Retreat- no tears here. But, there is a thing or two that might make my eyes a little misty.
First and foremost, when I go to Raising Cane’s and they do not give me an extra Cane Sauce, when you know full well that I exchanged my coleslaw for one, that makes me want to cry. There is a science behind properly enjoying a box combo, and when you don’t have enough sauce, the joy with which you can enjoy a box combo goes down considerably.
As a general rule, all good Texans loathe the cold with every inch of their being. I am no exception to this. If the temperature dips below 50 degrees, I am out for the count. If you happen to see me trekking up Lower Lot in the dead of winter, there will, in fact, be actual tears in my eyes. Partly because of the -12 degree wind chill, and because I have come to the harsh realization that Nebraska is not Texas, nor will it ever be.
The mere mention of Nebraska also invokes tears in my eyes. I find this state to be very boring, very cold and worse yet, not Texas. I could go on for ages about how grand Texas is, but for right now, we’ll stick with how great the weather is.
I am a lover of music, a self-proclaimed music connoisseur, if you will. So naturally, I have bawled like a small child while listening to certain songs. I listen to Yo Yo Ma’s unaccompanied cello suites and cry frequently. The fluidity in which he plays never ceases to amaze me. The song “Jericho” by Sleep Token never fails to make me emotional. The singer has a powerful, yet haunting voice, and with added piano chords, this song is an act of emotional terrorism. The song “Snuff” by Slipknot is a 100 percent guarantee for my tears. Everyone has experienced a struggle in some way, shape or form in their life. This song gives voice to struggle and it will certainly become personal for most.
So, if you happen to find me listening to Yo Yo Ma’s unaccompanied cello suites, while eating a box combo one Cane Sauce short, and if it’s snowing in Nebraska-I will more than likely be sobbing.