A Thought

I was sitting eating a bag of chocolate chips today when a thought struck me. Then I almost lost the thought due to it hitting me rather hard and almost rendering me unconscious. This was, of course, combined with the fact that I had only just recently returned home from a rather long and tiring shift at work. Under normal circumstances a strike from any thought--large or small--is barely enough to leave a mark.
Nonetheless, I managed to keep my consciousness somewhat intact, and I grasped the thought before it slipped away into the abyss of thin air and graced some other poor fellow with its presence.
I say some other poor fellow not because the thought is anything of dastardly or disgusting proportions, but because the thought is so extraordinarily subtle that if it weren't for the blow it delivers one would hardly notice or begin to interpret the thought. I do not mean to talk myself up by saying the following, but the thought is so subtly clever that it seems to think of itself as being something worth a substantial sort of note--more so than any other important thought, that is--and tends to strike harder than any other thought I have ever encountered before in the entirety of my life. It is on this that I base my logic which states that any other bloke to be struck by the thought would be a poor bloke indeed due to a probable inexperience of being struck by any thought at all, never mind an important one.
I apologize if my digression bores you, but I found(and find) all these things to be important when I was struck by the original thought, and so I can only assume they must be as equally important to any other person who intends to hear the thought as well--I also truly wish that the digression will lessen the pain and possible force of the blow that the thought will no doubt deliver once it has made its appearance in the mind of any unfortunate reader.
I believe we are at the point of which I stopped to read the nutritional information concerning the chocolate chips which I was currently stuffing down my esophagus at an alarming rate. This alarming rate was, of course, simply to distract myself from the throbbing headache which the blow of the thought had given me. At any rate, alarming or not, I was reading the nutritional information on the back of the chocolate chip package. I'm not quite sure why I was reading it, because I have no intention of ever going on a diet or setting a curfew on the population of calories and fats in my body, but I read it nonetheless. It was during the reading of the nutritional information that I had the latter thought, and this time around the blow was substantial enough to erase the previous thought about which I am supposed to be writing but seem to be failing horribly.
As it turns out, I have no miraculous thought to share with you, dear reader, and I must apologize that the reason for this is something as mundane as petty nutritional information on the back of a plastic package containing chocolate chips. It appears that you, faithful reader, are left with the disappointment of an unsatisfied curiosity. If it is any condolence, I not only experience the same dilemma, but I also have a rather bad headache and an upset stomach.