Still Humid

If you sit on your porch at night, you kinda expect nothing to be going on. So maybe you could have a quiet moment of reflection. But shit don't lie still. You know, you can't go to a crowded place to be alone. The fat neighbor, the traffic, some dude sneezing, all that shit keeps you together. For what's supposed to be an empty place, its way the fuck better than an empty place. I can't stand being alone, but relish it unrealistically. In many ways, I should just spend my time here - although there is so much shit you've got to handle on your own. Someone asked me an interesting question today, which is part of the reason I dragged my chair out to the porch. The answer is this ev is the sum over probabilities weighted by expected outcomes. The problem is that this isn't a discrete problem, so the outcomes kinda logarithmically decrease for one solution at point a, and logarithmically decrease for the second solution at point b. b>a and is a better solution, but the chance of trading a for 0 vs trading a for b is not so good. Get me?