"This thread is practically a case study in physio-emotional time warps—where old resentments and insecurities get reactivated without people even realizing it.
Again and again, individuals who do not know David Roche, and whom he does not know, find themselves unable to resist reacting to him—not as a stranger, but as a deeply familiar presence. Something in him, or in what he represents, triggers an unresolved wound.
When someone draws this much anger, it’s often because they evoke something that unsettles people. It might be ambition, or confidence, or a way of moving through the world. It might be a half-forgotten grudge, long buried but never quite gone.
It (perhaps counterintuitively) calls to mind these Frank O’Hara lines: “oh god it’s wonderful / to get out of bed / and drink too much coffee / and smoke too many cigarettes / and love you so much.” LetsRun is full of people who feel the opposite—who wake up and log on and pour themselves into grievances, as if resentment were a form of virtue.
Because to let something go, truly let it go, would mean accepting that it can’t be rewritten. That there’s no final reckoning, no moment where the past eases itself into fairness. And so they keep posting, not to get to the truth, but to keep the feeling alive. Because if it still burns, then maybe it’s not over."