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Mope, rhyming with dope, but meaning something much sadder, really, is a state of mind. It is something that drags on us. “Don’t be a mope” is a hopeless order, and a tall one, when one is in a funk.
The end of the year often brings out this reflective and somewhat unhappy feeling. We have so much to ponder, so many changes to promise, so many regrets to unravel.
We resolve to do better in the next year. In resolving, we also have to consider and review our transgressions from the past year, and occassionally– if we are guilt prone– from years long gone. This can be a downer.
This is why we mope.