I think so. I recently read a book by an author who decried “self-addiction.” Yet every time he engaged in self-deprecating transparency, I felt a distinct and overwhelming impression that he was using it as a manipulative tool. That his readers would relate better, his message would be less intimidating, and he would communicate more effectively by making himself seem flawed. Despite his candor, he never convinced me that he actually believed he was that bad. It all seemed like a literary device, like his bowed head hid a smirking smile.
This is all my perception of the guy, so it could be in error. It does remind me, however, of my own capability to be proud of my humble self-awareness. (I’m aware of the irony that the previous statement is humbly self-aware.) In my awareness of my sins, I fight the feeling that while I am better than no one because of them, I am better than others because I am aware of them. My humility makes me feel good and gives me a sense of pride.
Which all causes me to ponder: Can we ever trust our own humility?