I wish for a singing frog, but he can only sing The Michigan Rag and whenever I try to show somebody my singing frog, he appears to be nothing more than a simple, mundane amphibian, slowly driving me crazy as society shuns me as a basket case and leaving me wracked with the pain and isolation of my pitiful, meaningless existence.
Your sent back in time to prevent your backpack from becoming post but you're now stuck in some time earlier than the present. You'll be the last to know when the aliens make contact. It won't matter much to you since you'll be living at the same rate as everybody else but it will forever bother you that others get to read "To Serve Man" before you do.
I wish people held themselves to account for the inhuman things they say.
Granted, every wish you've made comes true with no strings attached. However, having everything you've ever wanted leaves you feeling empty with nothing left to pursue or live for. You are an empty shell of your former self, left with everything you've dreamed of but no hope for a future of discovery.
I wish that switch joycons will stop getting drift