Well, the guy with an equalizer doesn’t have synæsthesia to begin with, because synæsthesia is nonlinguistical—you have it since you were born, you don’t develop it, it doesn’t look like equalizers or anything that depends on human abstraction.
That said, I’m not saying a synæsthete is a person to whom phrased thoughts like “this is very yellow” are common. There’s something about the said thing that is blatantly yellow, and it will be yellow no matter how many times you look at it after looking away, or even if you spend years without seeing it, and then find it again and don’t remember anymore having seen it before. It will still be yellow.
I said up there that synæsthesia is nonlinguistical. Well, I confess I lied. It’s mostly not. And, anyways, human abstraction is still out of it. There’s no such a thing as a “bad colour,” or rather, the “bad colour” might be just the same as the “good colour” and the “grass colour” and the “oogy boogy colour” because there is no logical sense in the colours—grass for one, is such a green thing and such an orange word. But there are some kinds of synæsthesia to which a little bit of logics can be drawn. Like mine.
To me, colours can change based on emotions or memories (I’m not sure what’s the process for changing like—and nothing has ever felt different, even when the colours change—if you’re vynil–feeling, you’ll always be vynil–feeling, get over it). Like Daniel, my best friend. The name Daniel, right now, renders blue. It used to render red. Why did it change, I don’t know. Once I was mad at him and it rendered grey. A couple of times I wasn’t mad at him, and it also rendered grey, and I tried to figure out why and couldn’t. And I swear it was spelled right! I rewrote it to make sure I wasn’t missing anything at all!
But that’s for (few) people, and few other things that I suspect are categorized as similar to people in my head. Or something like that. Sometimes my computer changes too… I don’t know how it works, really. But words in general tend to render always the same. Which is great for spellchecking. I mean it! “This pneumoultramicroscopicsilicovulcanoconiosis looks wrong… Oh, look, it’s missing a c!”
Also, whenever someone says a member name in chat, the colour I see has to do with their avatar: Atheist used to be red, Moogle and Siw were pink—Q, on the other hand, was yellow. And so was Wolf, whose avatar was black and white. (And no, black and white isn’t a yellow expression, it’s blue. And T’s avatar also didn’t have any yellow word or image. It was just yellow, period. Still to date, T is yellow.)
That not to mention when I look at the Moon and feel silk, or velvet, against my skin, but also the normal clothes. As if I had two skins, or the skin was in two places at the same time. Anyways, the fact is: although synæthesia develops as you build sensorial memory, it is not logical. And it shouldn’t be emotional or anything like either, so mine, although pretty stable, and otherwise “normal,” should be called something else other than synæsthesia by a lot of doctors. But no–one can say for sure, because it looks like synæsthesia works differently for each person, it doesn’t have a set of characteristics that can be seen in every single synæsthete and in theory, any kind of mixture is possible depending only on how your mind was set up.
But please, read any article on synæsthesia and you’ll also see the driving guy doesn’t have it—of course the things we see are spacially placed. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to echo (don’t ask). That just doesn’t mean we see colours and shapes floating around in our vision field. Try to visualize how’s that. Looking at a thing, and knowing it is blue, even though you don’t see the blue colour on it. Then looking away, and while the thing is still in your vision field (remember: you don’t have to recognize an object for it to be associated with another sense, because it’s not a logical thing), it’s still blue.
You’re green, by the way. Somewhat like this. Robin is also green, but more like this, which, not surprisingly, is also the colour of his avatar. Also, your name feels vynil, Robin’s feels canvas. And these are the strongest connections I make—colour and touch. Now you judge me and decide if I have synæsthesia or a bad mind formation. To me, it’s the same thing. I have it anyways, so why not as well give it a name people (should) recognize?