Memory

The other day when I was on my way to the hospital to exchange some blood against two pairs of socks I went down to the bus stop just 100 meters away from here. It is in plain view from our flat and a couple of days before I had noticed that someone had smashed one of the glass walls of the wind shelter. The day I went down there I came around from the back and for some reason I bent down and picked up a shard of glass. With this in my hand I proceeded to walk around and sit down on the bench inside the hut. And then I leant back to rest against the glass wall. The glass wall that had been smashed. The glass wall that I had a piece of in my hand. Can someone please tell me just what the fuck is wrong with my brain.