I know he dumped his one true love and spent the rest of his life moaning about it.
A few years ago I read Fear and Trembling which I found to be good, but flawed, worthwhile but overly obscurant, interesting but infuriating and insightful yet dumb. I got a lot of milage out of bitching about Kierkegaard at parties, particularly with this one dude that insisted I just needed to read Either Or. So I gave the Dane another shot and found Either Or hopelessly remote, probably because Kierkegaard tries there to write in a familar manner but, as a woman, he made me feel more like an object to be talked about than the audience (male!) he was trying to be chummy with. I didn’t get very far with that one. On the other hand I gave Kierkegard two whole chances and I don’t regret it. Hegel ain’t getting that.