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Once upon a time, there lived a person named Barnaby who suffered from a rare condition known as “Aggressive Polymath Syndrome.” Barnaby didn’t just have hobbies; he had entire personality shifts every Tuesday. By 9:00 AM, he was an artisanal sourdough baker. By noon, he was a competitive unicycle polo player. By 3:00 PM, he was a freelance forensic accountant for local squirrel populations, and by dinner, he was teaching a MasterClass on “How to Speak Fluent Ocarina.”

Barnaby was so talented that his brain looked like a browser with 472 tabs open, and 12 of them were playing music he couldn’t find.

One morning, Barnaby woke up wearing a welding mask, holding a crochet needle, and trying to perform a tax audit on his cat. He realized he had officially lost track of himself. He had 30 different social media handles, four different blogs for his collection of “Sentimental Gravel,” and a LinkedIn profile that just said: “I am overwhelmed, please send help or more yarn.”

He tried to explain his life to a friend, but halfway through, he forgot if he was currently a professional mime or a crypto-investor for antique doorknobs. He needed a “digital parking lot” for his soul.

In a fit of multi-talented genius, Barnaby grabbed a nearby napkin and sketched out a “Mall for the Self.” He realized he didn’t need to pick a lane; he needed a Hub. He needed a place where his “Zodiac Themed Apparel” shop could live next to his “Intuitive Risk Assessment” service, right across the hall from his “Sustainable Earthship Construction” blog.

He called it Follown.me.

It was the first place on earth where he could finally say, “If you want to know what I’m up to, just go there… because frankly, I’ve forgotten too.” He created the first Owner Profile, linked his 30 erratic ventures, and for the first time in years, he could see his own reflection without getting a headache.

Follown.me wasn’t just born to help the world find Barnaby; it was born so Barnaby could finally find Barnaby. Now, whenever he wakes up wondering why he’s holding a tuba and a spreadsheet, he just checks his Follown.me profile and says, “Ah, right. It’s Tuesday. I’m a Jazzy Accountant today.”