"I... I spent most of my childhood homeschooled, and fiddling with machines, and when I graduated early from high school, my parents offered me anything I wanted. I chose to ask to go to a chocolate factory. My parents hated flying and offered me all these other options, but I stuck to my guns."
And then...
He swallowed as he remembered. "And as our plane crossed the Rocky mountains, we hit a freak patch of turbulence, and the whole electrical system blew out. All the safeties, all the backups, everything. We dropped like a rock."
he looked away.
"I was the only survivor, and only just at that. My stupid determination killed my parents. I can't... I'm not... " he felt tears prickling at his eyes, his breath coming faster.
"I'm not... ever since then I'm no good at decisions." He had let fate or chance make most since then. What school to go to, what courses to take, what internship to go to, what job to try. Almost everything, he farmed out to chance. Because he kept seeing his parent's bodies, or what had been left of them, in his mind's eye, every time he tried to make a decision.