Ah, Gmail. Like that bartender who knows your poison before you even sit down. "The usual, sir?" Yes, another serving of those sweet, sweet authentication emails you didn't request, sprinkled with a dozen newsletter subscriptions you tried to cancel three years ago, garnished with that one important email buried under 47 promotional offers. And just as you try to say "Actually, I'd like something different today," Gmail cuts you off with "Unfortuna-" because it already knows the answer is no, you can't escape your digital fate. Your inbox is your life now.