Get out of my head!

I've been driving myself crazy today, and it is from the craziest thing. Never underestimate the effect that even the smallest, stupidest things can have on a person. Things can get deeply imprinted in one's memory, and then torture them endlessly.
Today, I'm driving around, taking care of business, and for some reason, out of nowhere, with no provocation, as if I suffered from turretts, I said out loud "Thank you Quicksilver!".
Now, before any of you call the guys in white coats that have the rooms with padded walls, hear me out. I didn't just say it normally. I said it in a fashion mimicing the wonderful 16-bit sound of the Sega Genesis. I had just quoted the classic Genesis game "Captain America and the Avengers." After chuckling to myself about the randomness I had just uttered, I then continued with the obligatory "Captain America!", "Ironman!", "Vision!", "The Aveeennnnngerrs!", and for some reason "OH, MY KNEE!" from "Super High Impact."
At this point, my passenger is looking at me like I am completely insane. She may have been right. I'm actually, right now between typing sentences, drumming two fingers on my desk to the tune of the classic NES game Jackal. Ahh, I can even hear the "weeeeeeeeoooo" of the grenades and the "kapop!" of the barracks exploding to release the POW's.
This all is very odd to me for one reason: I have not played any of these games for probably 3 years or more. Why is it coming back to me now? Why is it haunting me? Why do I sometimes, when seeing someone do something incredibly stupid, think to myself "What'd you do that for? What a bonehead move!" or "Dunno, think we might have a little brain fade here." Both of these were things one would hear when ramming the pace car in Papyrus' "NASCAR Racing 2" for the PC.
Perhaps all of this roots back to some video game trauma at a young age, such as never figuring exactly what the f*** I was supposed to be doing in NES' "Star Voyager." I still, to this day, have no clue what the point of that game was. You floated through space like a lump of crap, got into firefights with random fleets of baddies for no apparent reason, and then eventually got killed. Yeah, I'm going with the trauma theory.
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