granted. mmmmm you love the sprinkles. As you catch each sprinkly snowflake and it melts on your tongue, you realize you live downwind from 2 cattle ranches, a nuclear reactor/repository site, and 3 rendering ponds.
granted. now all the brilliant mind that record their ideas using gel pens are gone and that place where you currently live turns into a downtrodden nation of idiots with coutless problems nobody can figure out.
I wish I was immortal and would remain in a state of constant euphoria regardless of my situation.
granted, The Architect told me that such a mindset will cuase the ultimate failure of the matrix because humans thrive on misery, and as such, your happyness causes you to implode like a dying star.
I wish mickey mouse would be caught in a sex scandal with daisy duck