I watched the new Top Gun. I don't know why. I told myself that I shouldn't because it was just going to make me miss Dad. And it did. The first one really isn't that good. It was just stylish. He would have really loved this one.
It feels like I don't watch a lot of movies these days. But when I think about it, I do. I manage to put one on pretty often, but it feels like I'm not watching anything because they aren't impactful. Then I tell myself to go back to the good stuff, the old stuff, but I never do. It's either I don't have the patience, or I'm afraid to feel something.
I didn't expect fucking Top Gun: Maverick was going to be it for me. I actually laughed when Miles Teller said, "bag of ass." Bag of ass? A bag. Of ass.