If I'm a promiscuous male is it bad for me to refer to myself as a slut?

I'm surrounded by college kids who get all their political beliefs and worldviews from South Park. I thought college was supposed to be a place filled with academics, not dudebros who constantly parrot lines they hear on tv for months on end.

Daily reminder that jet fuel can't melt steel beams

I feel like I have no social. I hear about these fun parties and bonfires and people just tell me to just go and make friends, but they never say where! Whatever, I don't care....anyone got a beer?

I understand that I'm single because I have a very special case of the crazy. If we're talking, it's equally likely that we will die of old age before the conversation is over (and it would probably be an enjoyable conversation because I'm not holding you hostage), or that I'm going to become very focused on trying to figure out whether or not the blonde sitting two seats away, the one with blue eyes, in the red top (some kind of poofy-strapless ordeal), and straight hair that she does herself instead of going to a salon - probably because it's more affordable, but possibly because when she was six she went to the salon with her mom and that was when she found out that her mother was leaving her father because she's been trying to act straight for the last ten years to make her parents happy but now she just can't take it anymore - has ever worked in an office: she wears very sensible shoes and talks with a very cool measured tone...etc
Today I'm a cowboy, now I'm a lawyer, tomorrow Imma solve quantum gravity: the means by which sodium potassium pumps regulate ion concentration on either side of a neuronal membrane is fascinating but now I can't worry about that because I have to decide whether or not the experience of choosing is sufficient for an agent to be considered to possess free will. Also, consumerism is destroying the environment by fueling anthropogenic climate change and if intelligent machines think markedly different from humans there will be no need to worry about them destroying the human race for all of the reasons I'm about to explain.
It's not that I talk in this fashion - generally I'm actually quite composed and focused. This is just how my mind works and it's very difficult not to derive large quantities of probabilistic knowledge (educated speculation) from a few pieces of factual data.
At first it's kind of charming, but I know that it gets to be quite a hassle to deal with after a while. I generally care about very little, but when presented with a dilemma (of any nature) this is what my mind does and it manifest as an interrogation: not because I care about the answer but because it feels like my brain is on fire when I don't know what to think, or when I'm presented with inconsistencies. I have to try to make sense of the non-sense (which is in-and-of-itself crazy person non-sense).
So...I understand why I'm single: it just sucks.
It sucks and I feel like someday, when I'm forty seven (or thirty five) and living with my wife and the kids that she had from a previous marriage with a man that she still has strong feelings for but he died being a hero in Syria and I know that she often thinks about him when we're having sex (or whatever life ends up being), I'm going to shoot myself in the face: just blow all of those fantastic brains which I had to do something with because so few people are as smart as me, and had to be so grateful for because being smart is such a gift, right the hell out the back of my selfish ungrateful skull.

I was talking to the most gorgeous girl at the bonfire at revenue flats last weekend but I was so trashed that I can't even remember your name, all I can remember is that you were from New Hampshire. Hopefully you see this because you were stunning!

If you can walk under the tree branch on the path from Robert's to the sub without ducking, you are legally a midget.

I don't go to MSU. I just come on this confessions page because my school doesn't have one. I've posted a bunch of confessions here and you guys all think these things happened at MSU. Well, I'm afraid not. Now you'll never know if a confession happened at MSU or at my school.