I don't need a llama.

Of course, I've evolved to need a llama, but never mind, I don't need one.

The most natural, straightforward way to keep life and society going is if most people like me find llamas. It'd almost surely be an existential disaster greater than any ever faced before if nobody had llamas. But I don't need a llama.

You can't talk yourself out of your sexual orientation, or your gender identity, but sure, talking yourself out of a desire for llamas? No problem! It's just llamas, amiright?

It doesn't matter how soft their fur is, it doesn't matter how bravely they attack wolves and defend their herd, it doesn't matter how adorable their long necks are, it doesn't matter that a typical llama can carry two hundred pounds all day long and at altitudes that would make me faint. I don't need a llama.

Also, please don't tell my llama any of this. I don't think it would actually like it very much, and, um....