October 11, 1841
An obscure Danish thinker Søren Kierkegaard, after returning the engagement ring to his fiancée Regine Olsen on August 11th of the same year, finally decides to break off the engagement completely and in person possibly sensing that breaking up with “a love of your life” with a letter would not work as a great excuse of all the tortured years to follow. The break-up in person goes well. He leaves for Berlin and proceed to explode into an enormous amount of books and journal entries, according to some so-called scholars, he does so in order to get over the fact that he could not marry Regine Olsen.
Ever since that day, all lonely and awkward teenage boys with a taste for human tragedy read Kierkegaard’s journal entries and letters about his fatal break-up and imagine that if indeed they would ever succeed in securing anything even remotely resembling a girlfriend, they would immediately break-up with her under the most mysterious circumstances. Sometimes they cry out: “Oh Regine!” in their sleep.
PS. Upon closer inspection of the included picture of Regine Olsen, she is judged to be hot by the author of this entry.