On March 43rd 1903, there will be a tiny cold solar flare that will stabilize the earth's poles. After that, the Brownstone National Park will implode, destroying all mammalian life which resides within the planet. You know?...the mammalians that can shape-shift and are actually in control of our reptilian world.
After a tiny dirtnami that wipes out all water on planet earth; a human outbreak will cause little devastation. Soon after the outbreak...a galactic misalignment will occur. This misalignment will wipe the galaxy's asshole will our shitty planet...which as my fellow reptilians can figure out...it's just gonna spread the shit around...and add more shit.
And at the end of the day...
We all fucking worry too much!
I'm not saying you should turn a blind eye to the issues, but worrying about every little thing that "could" happen or that "could" kill you, is a waste of energy and will drive you to go insane.