Granted! Everyone likes their new 'manners' so much they begin to learn more. Soon everyone's mother becomes a Miss Manners equivilant, only the kids don't mind. You, meanwhile, being the only one to not get the brainwashing session, start to mentally deteriorate. As you realize this, you start to write a journal showing the inner workings of a man going mad. Many years later, somone finds you lying in the fetal position singing "Mad World." They take your journal and it ends up in the hands of a pscycologist who publishes along with what he has studied from it. No one ever really knows what happened to you.
I wish that the lines at the student union weren't so long for food.
Granted! You get a Tivo and you love it. You quickly become addicted and respond to social invitations with "Why don't you take your <social event>, and shove it up your ass! I'm watching Tivo!" Soon you don't even get up to eat. You eventually waste away sitting in front of the TV.
(sorry I had to jack that)
I wish, I could get past this damned mental block so I could finish ItemCompare before 1.7 is released.
You find the Knight Templar's treasure! You find it to hold immeasurable knowledge. In order to learn as much as you can from it, you sequester yourself away from civilization on a deserted island somewhere in the Pacific for a number of years where you quickly become the smartest person to ever live. When you emerge from your social hibernation, you find that the world has suffered from a great war and much knowledge was lost. The most advanced societies present on Earth barely rival the 'technology' of the Dark Ages. When you try to publish your knowledge, religious leaders have you executed for heresy.
I wish sunrise was at the same time all around the world so there would be no need for time zones as they are damn confusing. Or maybe I just wish to never have a problem with time zones...
Granted! Nice guys have such a good name they get all the women! Unfortunatly the brits figure this out too. Their population booms and they try to take over the world! Now since all the nice guys got such a good name, all the "mean" guys lost their jobs (including military ones) and the entire war is a strange mix of "sissy fights" and "You, Sir, Stop! ... Or I'll say "Stop" again! In the end we all have bad teeth....
I wish the computer science department at my university didn't suck so much.