I never considered large ones horrifying... they're adorable in a creepy way. Granted, you now have so many friends that your life has been consumed by trying to maintain 150 relationships (Dunbar's number). Granted, they are now open 24/7. But since they are open for much longer they are unable to handle the power bill and all the ice cream melted. I wish I wasn't so scatterbrained
Granted!Ice cream parlors are now opened early this season. However, you have suddenly, and for some mysteriously inexplicable reason developed lactose intoleranc and an allergy to milk protein. So any consumption of ice cream invariablly sends you into episodes of projectile vomitting accompanied by explosive diareah and trumpetering flatulence. Wish I wasn't going bald.
Granted! You are no longer scatterbrained because yow brain has been uploaded and concentrated into a computer. I wish I had super strength.
Granted! but since all your energy is being channeled into your super strength, you no longer have energy for other things like visiting friends and family. I wish I could duplicate myself.
Granted! But like something that comes out of the copy machine and is then fed back into it (or an old cassette that's been copied and copied over and over) each new iteration of yourself is slightly less: Less intelligent, less attractive, less personable, less cooordinated. And the process never stops, so soon the world is overrun with degraded versions of you who serve to do nothing but annoy the rest of us. Wow, that got dark. Sorry. I wish I wasn't balding.
Wish granted. But that might limit your chances of connecting with bald women. I wish I was rich and famous.
Granted! but your rich and fame becomes so hindering that you are never left alone, you can't go anywhere or do anything. Even with all this you still feel so alone. I wish I had more time for me, than work, work, and work
Granted. However, you enjoy spending so much time by yourself, that you shun the company of others. This results in you losing friends and family, as well as your job. I wish I had more time for travelling.
Granted. Through surgery, four additional arms have been grafted to your body. However, due to the nerves of the previous owners being incompatable with your own nervous system, the arms became gangrenous and rotted off, infection killing you in several days. I wish male characters were easy for me to come up with.
Granted, you become the top author of explicitly M/M Romance. I wish I could just think whatever I wanted into the material world, and that it doesn't degrade (unless it is naturally predisposed to do so).
Granted, but you go mad because of your newfound power. You become an eccentric, immortal curmudgeon with an extremely macabre sense of personal style. You live in the big house on the hill, all alone except for your faithful servant, Wilbur. The children are afraid of you, because your sole pleasures in life are scaring them witless on Halloween and shooting their pets when they come too close to your front gate. I wish I could have 3 wishes in real life
Granted. You are stuck in a loop. Granted. You are stuck in a loop. Granted. You are stuck in a loop. Granted. You are stuck in a loop. I wish I was a were-octopus.
Granted. Once a month, at night on the full moon, you turn into a blue-ringed octopus. However, because you are a poisonous cephalopod who needs water, you either kill someone or suffocate. I wish I could get one punch on God, the Devil, each of the Archangels, and Jesus.
Granted, and on the night of the full moon when you turn into an octopus. You are caught by a hungry Asian family and are severed for dinner. I wish time could stop, you know in that moment forever sort of way.
Granted, but you stop time when it's still dark outside and the constant darkness drives you crazy. I wish every child born could live in a world without poverty or hunger.
Granted, but all of them grow up fat, spoiled, and indolent. They become incapable of work, and spend all their time and money on hedonistic pursuits. Within 30 years, the entire world has sunk into greater poverty and hunger than ever before. I wish I were more extroverted.
I wish I were more extroverted. However, you are so friendly and outgoing that you spend all of your free time with companions leaving you no time to do anything meaningful and emotionally exhausted. I wish that I could fly
Grand Ted. Within the first hour a backwoods hunter sights you with his old Mauser as you fly over the wetlands. He pulls the trigger. Ropes your corpse from the willow branches. Ropes it up again. Skins and quarters it. Fills his freezer. Feeds his family. I wish all of my fingers had mouths and distinct personalities.
Granted but one of the fingers suffers from Tourettes syndrome, which caused it to scream obscenities at your boss and now you lost your job. I wish I could fly.