ME: Welcome, reader! You've just opened a book that will either change your perspective or permanently confuse you. Either way, my job's done.
BRAIN: Oh great, another motivational scam. Are we selling positivity now or just chaos?
ME: Neither. This is sarcasm therapy. The only kind that doesn't require deep breathing, crystal energy, or pretending to like people.
BRAIN: So...it's about me then. Finally some recognition for my unpaid overtime.
ME: Exactly. You've been running 24/7, overanalyzing breakfast choices, replaying conversations from 2009 and convincing me that every minor inconvenience is the end of civilization.
BRAIN: You're welcome. Someone has to keep you alert or anxious - same thing really.
ME: And that's precisely why this book exists. Pulling Your Legs is about the two of us: me and you. The eternal duo - Human and Brain. One wants peace; the other wants Wi-Fi an drama.
BRAIN: I don't "want" drama. I just generate it naturally. It's called talent.
ME: Sure. And every chapter ahead explores the strange, hilarious relationship we share with people, with work, with society, and most of all, with ourselves. It's a guided tour of how we turn simple thoughts into full-blown Netflix thrillers.
BRAIN: Spoiler: most of it's your fault.
ME: Of course it is. But we are in this together. You'll laugh, you'll question your sanity, and at some point, you'll probably say, "Oh no... that's exactly what my brain does." That's when you'll realize-this isn't just my story. It's ours.
BRAIN: Do they at least get snacks for this psychological safari?
ME: No Snacks. Just sarcasm, self reflection, and laughter. The kind that makes people in the next room worry about your mental stability.
BRAIN: So basically, my daily routine.
ME: Exactly, So sit back, don't take anything seriously, and remember - if life insist on pulling your legs, pull back harder.
BRAIN: And if that fails...blame me. Works every time.