Interesting people?

I got up for work this morning at 8:00am, much to my dismay, as my bus leaves at 8:22am. Somehow (perhaps moving at superluminal speeds) I made it on time -- in fact, I was there with a few minutes to spare. There was, however, much in the way of very undignified running (I was a small, desperate girl, in a skirt, with a shoulder bag and packed lunch in a plastic bag in hand) alternating with out-of-breath walking en route to the bus stop.

VS.

I got up for work this morning at 8:00am and my bus leaves at 8:22am, but somehow I made it on time.

Do interesting people lead seemingly interesting lives because all the cool stuff happens to them or just because they know how to bullshit?