Sometimes the details are important. Other times they’re boring. For example:
On Tuesday, I payed $15 to have an old woman grab my nuts. When my girlfriend found out, she stabbed me in the arm.
See, that’s an interesting story. You read that, and you’re thinkin’ “what the hell?” or “serves you right”. But if you had all the details, you probably wouldn’t find the story nearly as fascinating:
On Tuesday, I had my anual physical. On Thursday, my girlfriend, who happens to be a phlebotomist, drew my blood for the tests.
Boring.