My granny always said "Meisjes die fluiten krijgen jongens met duiten" (girls who whistle get guys with money). If it comes to her it became true. My grandfather was a hard worker, autodidactic and became rich, extremely rich.
It did not make my granny happy or... live happily ever after (she is the "Merry" in my "Once upon... A life tale - Merry).
She enjoyed being rich, the luxury, the fur coats but she also cared a lot about how the small society she lived in thought about her. Gossips, the shame brought over her by her mother who ended in a madhouse, scam of her brother who went to prison, her smart niece that gave her inherence to the Bhagwan, her daughter who was left by her husband and clearly crazy, grandchildren who were not white, etc. Life, more specific other's lives were like a burden to her and a heavy stone around her neck. She counted each step she took and not because she used the app @actifit.
Long after the society stopped caring about gossiping or taking notice of the rich ones, my granny still thought she was important, the villagers knew who she was.
In reality no one cared about her, not even a cat. Her husband died a long time before her, her children only cared about her money and antiques and as she became ill, they stayed away so did her grandchildren.
Perhaps it all ended as the last part of her saying, the expression about the whistling... "maar zij die het doen, hebben geen fatsoen" (but those who do it have no decency.
Who knows it was the lack of decency that made even a dog avoid her.
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