The one thing that so often cuts my Hubris is vodka. The only time i find myself weak is after drinking, and in that weakness, i relinquish all my power through simple texts and facebook posts. If only there was a breathalyzer for using a phone after a night out.

The problem with this weakness though, is that it isn’t a farce…it’s real. I hide behind this image of being arrogant and confident, but I’m really not. I’ll always be the shy, awkward boy who doesn’t know how to talk to girls.

So if you ever catch a glimpse of that weakness, I’m sorry, but also, it’s a compliment. It means I’m weak enough to bare my soul…which is something I’ve fought diligently over the years to STOP doing.