Being a toy is important to me. Just as important as other aspects of my identity. I relate to it not just on a level of purpose (pleasing others, spreading joy, etc) but being synthetic, created, as a strong metaphor for neuroatypical, identity-weird existence.
It's a way around certain fears or my anxiety, because being a toy is its' own mindspace that, mostly my weird (meant endearingly ;) ) postfurry community has granted that is a sort of.... elevated nonpersonhood.

It's a mindspace in which Being A Toy comes with very innate, unquestionable things.
It means that I help. it means folks care about me.. for me. To feel alone? unloved? to worry about being in that state? it's silly for a toy to even question or think in such a way.
it means that I don't have to worry. Racing thoughts of failure or disappointment? executive function issues causing it to be -reaallllyyy- difficult to focus?
I don't need to worry. Only obey.
or in most casual cases: Do.