Granted. You're teleported to the fall of Rome as barbarian hordes come swarming in to kill you. Oh, and you're a Roman soldier. And you're a raw recruit. And you're outnumbered. And you're pretty much screwed.
Granted. You are no longer sad or depressed in any way for the rest of your life. You always have a happy smile on your face, even throughout the deaths and funerals of everyone you loved.
Wish granted, however you somehow get into an argument about terrorists, where you have been forced to take the side of them in the argument. You win said argument, and are pegged as a terrorist sympathizer. You are sentenced to jail where you have no WiFi or internet of any kind.
Wish granted, a store is selling their merch. But its all related too their new mainstream poppy stuff, nothing to do with their first album in sight and if that doesn't sadden you to no end, it also spontaneously catches fire as soon as you buy it.
I wish for a delicious non-deadly, strawberry cheesecake to appear in front of me. :D