I wish I had Alladdin's magic lamp so I could always make my wishes come true
I wish I had Alladdin's magic lamp so I could always make my wishes come true
Granted!
Aladin's lamp grants your every wish. You spend your days riding your lamborghini through an infinite progression of perfect days. The temperature is a constant 78 degrees, the azure sky is invariably cloudless, and once-orphaned refugee children wave to you from the side of the road to thank you for wishing world peace and prosperity into existence.
Oh yeah. And you can fly.
For a while you drive your lamborghini and fly while copious amounts of attractive individuals gaze in wonder at your perfectly sculpted body.
But eventually you become bored with the perfection you have wished into existence. Your despondency grows until you wish for the one thing that you don't have: Happiness.
Your wish is granted! You wander around in a state of joyous delirium, completely oblivious to everything and everyone but your own self-contained euphoria. Because you have achieved perpetual happiness, you no longer want anything else in the world. Even basic necessities no longer seem necessary to your happiness. You stop eating and drinking, but since you've already wished for immortality, you don't die. Instead your body simply grows more and more decrepit, until you spend the rest of eternity looking like smeagol on zoloft.
I wish that I could be a shapeshifter.