THE WORLD IS ENDING!!! RUN!!! HIDE!!! EAT SHIT AND DIE!
Yeah, I know we got hit by a pebble... You scared?
Someone, please tell me why everyone is running around with their heads under their arms and screaming "The world is ending!!!!" I'd hope by now people would realize that even the people behind conspiracies need money to survive, and without people there will be no money, so if something as huge as a meteor big enough to eradicate life on earth was on track to hit us, we'd know about it.
Think about it for a second.
Did you see the debris trail left behind by that one small meteor that hit us yesterday? That meteor was small as fuck. It was the smurf amongst meteors. It was a mockery, a joke, and not a representative of what floats around in space. If something big enough to end us all was coming, we'd be able to see it with our bare eyes. That and the fact that several scientists who'd love to keep doing science like Neil deGrasse Tyson and Stephen Hawking would be first in line to tell us that it's all going to shit.
Getting your riot up isn't going to do shit, so keep your socks on and calm the fuck down. It's people like you that make me worry about the future.
I've "survived" several of these "Doomsdays", and if there's one thing I've learned, it's to keep your shit together. Y2K? Return of Christ (Not once but twice), Mayan calendar, Aliens... you name it. I'm sick and tired of the constant need to be worried about getting fucked over by some unknown or godlike power that's going to end us all. And what's the big deal anyway? We're all gonna die someday anyhow, so why not with a bang?
So, before you start "investigating" rumors and getting busy with unveiling the next big thing, think twice before you make a total nut out of yourself.
I was going to fill this post with more relevant shit, but I'm tired and I've got a feeling that I'd be talking to deaf ears anyway.
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