It seems that every year or so, someone predicts the end of the world. "See?" they say. "Look at the crazy weather we've been having! Surely the End of Days is approaching!" Even on a smaller scale, people tend to overreact to unimportant things on the daily as if their life is ending.
Oh, so your favorite politician didn't get elected to the office you wanted him to? Oh, you're so horrifically depressed about that fact that you're going to build your own colony on the moon where everyone walks around on shoes made of clouds and lives in houses built out of sparkles and smiles? That's quaint.
Guess what, guys! It's not the end of the world. Get over it.