Stuck in a cycle

I am trying to gather my puzzled thoughts and transform them into questions after scrolling through Kelberman’s Tumblr page, but my thoughts are everywhere; they are endlessly interwoven with my prior experiences and subconsciously scarred because of that one time when my sister pushed me down the slide at SunSplash Waterpark without my permission — and suddenly my thoughts become that game I used to play in third grade called “Telephone,” where the end-goal is to have the exact same sentence, which was given by the starting player, said out loud after the last person receives it but … we all know that’s not how it goes because some trouble-making kid is going to screw it all up “just for fun” but now that we’re older we know the truth: maybe that annoying kid actually, truthfully, heard something different because we all hear something different, and once we hear something different we start to picture different scenarios, and then the words and the images get all jumbled and twisted and riled up and I’m feeling and re-living so many emotions at once and suddenly — “hi my name is” becomes “you’ll never be famous” so thanks for that @dinakelberman.

-I’m Google