Pfilip makes an excellent point, particularly about the
egotism which the
citizens of the United States--and perhaps the
world--demonstrate. To the people who these
mundane events affect, they may be as
important and as worthwhile as the headline news; however, these people also forget that the range of
these events is often extremely limited. I could ramble on about how I had an
envigorating, life-changing conversation with an instructor today, but I understand that most people don't
give a fuck. To be honest, I don't expect them to, as my daily
events--unless unusual or extraordinary--have little relevence to anyone other than myself. In a way,
I like that.
To be fair, some people are gifted with writing ability. They can transform seemingly dull activities into incredible adventures painted with life and color. But most people are not. They do not understand that writing is a way to reveal your thoughts and feelings, and that subtlety is key to being an effective writer. The brutal, unpolished nature with which people write about their daily lives leaves a man (or woman) with no choice other than to be bored to tears. People's lives are simply not interesting enough without taking some artistic license.
Case in point: in John Kennedy Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces the character Ignatius Reilly writes fantastic day logs filled with fierce, grabbing stories. And those stories are about his days at work. What was--in the reality within the story--dull and unispiring was neither; instead, firey imagery made the mundane seem almost otherworldly. At his core, Ignatius is a writer, and it is apparent in all of his letters, notes, and journals.
When truly writing, it is necessary to exaggerate, to liven up, and to enhance your subject. If you start with something exceptionally bland, you need a considerable amount of skill and effort to improve your prose. This brings us full circle; most people cannot write well about their daily lives (or trials and tribulations or otherwise) because they cannot see what is unexciting about their lives, so no effort is taken to improve their crappy, uneventful journal entries.