*drunken religious student ramblings about kierkegaard. 2002-04-03 5:04 a.m.*

i probably should not be writing right now. i'm still riding the drunken vibe, and i feel like typos will abound (this far i've typed "reading" instead of "riding" "drunking" instead of "drunken" and "typose" instead of "typos"). but i'm feeling the drunken (drunking?) love, and therefore feel the need to share it.

tonight was good. i had good conversations with some important people. i even had a slurry, but somehow funa dn also somehow deep (though i was drunk, how right can i be about that) conversation with john when i got home. like pasta, sometimes he can just hit the spot.

tonight, i find myself thinking about kierkegaard and why i love him. on a side-ish note, i had this realization today that none of the novels i had from the library would quite hit the spot and what i really needed to read was some theology, which made me proud and also secure in my religion major identity, even if i am taking a semester off.

but yes, someone new, who i'm thinking discovered me through my banner, added me with the comment in their profile, "i laugh and laugh," which is somehow the most complimentary thing right now. after that whole maudlin cathy fiasco, it's nice to know that someone kind of sees through things and finds me as funny as i think i am. though i don't know this person and perhaps they just think the color blue is funny or something like that.

but yeah, i was thinking about that, and my love of kierkegaard, and how the reason i love kierkegaard is not his insight into human nature or his writing talent or anything like that... but because he cracks me up. i think he's about the funniest person 1813 ever produced. maybe it's the danish thing, i don't know, but he gets my funny bone in exactly the right spot. not only is his humor subtle and sarcastic, but half the time the joke is on him and you can never be quite sure if he knows it or not.

i can just see him, sometimes, writing, chuckling over his own cleverness and really just making an ass out of himself. other times, i can see him writing the same thing, but writing those ridiculous things, wondering if anyone will realize that he made that mistake on purpose.

very very very early on in this diary, i wrote an entry about how everything is one big inside joke with myself. that's how i see kierkegaard's humor. that's why i love him. i just laugh and laugh.

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