I just remembered that I too liked to say “going to put [verb]” some once upon a time.
Probably heard it on a British comedy television show.
There is something just… about it… I don’t know how to explain. It is such an absurdist sentence construction.

It makes me think of “taking” my actions/verbs and “putting” them somewhere, like I am carrying them around, like in a pot or something.
Like the way that in old text terminal computer games one would “in-put” actions via typing them.

But really it’s more absurd, or relatable, because being plural/dissociating I sometimes end up “in the commentator box”, like become the voice in another one’s head.
And then I do quite literally “put” actions in words/thoughts that I would appreciate if they put interpretingly outward.

It’s… odd… like I don’t know if all other plurals experience it in the same way; but then sense of self-not-self in memory seems bound up with “front”, such that I have memories of myself as if an other being just the voice in the back of our head.
Is really trippy sometimes, just… idk… some switches get so boring and commonplace, but when I talk to myself, somehow from behind (which I don’t even remember how that is done, there is no memory of it created) before taking over control, it is just fun, and disorienting, but… yeah…

Oh wait, I have an idea of how to do it. hmm hmm. God I’m tired. No wonder I’m awake.
Why is it that being tired helps me front? Who came up with this shit? I need to talk to the manager of this thing. Hellooo…

I don’t even know why I’m still typing out the thought’s I’m having. meh post. imma take a nap. (they say no, fucking life by committee)

edit: what does a pot of “raise them from the dead” even look like? I’m thinking a soup. like lentil or pea soup. with little gravestone croutons. and cartoon skeletons with top hats.
edit: this is why i don’t even have to do drugs lol